I’ve had so many blog post ideas over the past couple months, but none of them spoke to me enough for me to sit down and make time to share them. I would love to be in a mental space to share the cute fall outfits or my favorite beauty products at the moment but first I must get some things off my chest. I’m warning you, there’s so much on my mind so this post will be all over the place.
My mom always said that I had “champagne taste and a Budweiser budget” and now I’m realizing the truth in her joke.
My Budweiser budget as a child wasn’t my choice. Now as an hard-working middle class adult, I find myself being allergic to poor quality stuff. I distinctly remember working at American Eagle Outfitters at age 18 and visiting the Banana Republic next door during my lunch breaks questioning the sanity of people who spent that much money on clothing. I assumed that they were balling out of control but now that’s my store of choice. #MamaIMadeIt?
Not quite. I still find myself being quite cheap at times and using coupon codes whenever I get a chance. The ultimate goal is for me to ball out in Saks with no buyer’s remorse afterward. I’m not there yet but I’m working on it… And in the meantime, I don’t want to put off an image that’s ballerific. That, to me, is fake.
Now let’s move on to another topic. Cars. I’m car shopping at the moment and during my search for the perfect car, I’m noticing some character flaws within myself. Coming from a luxury car, I only want to upgrade and I’m requiring certain things out of a vehicle. It must have navigation (even though I use my phone most of the time), leather heated seats, a sunroof (that I never use), a great technology package, and sexy rims.
As one can imagine, the cars I’m looking at aren’t cheap. I forgot to mention that I’m anti-small cars. BMW 3 series? No thanks, 5 or better please. C-Class? Nah, I’d prefer a CLS Coupè. Who the heck do I think I am? I found comfort in knowing that I’m not alone. Tons of people think like this? For example, I recently had a chat with a receptionist whose car was totaled in a flood. Her mom told her to pocket some of the money she received from insurance and get something small like a Toyota Corolla. She was beyond offended and says she’s been eating top ramen for months but she’s happy in her Audi A5. Well it is a nice car…
Is it fake to drive a luxury car and not have a luxury lifestyle?
What does a car truly mean? Is it a status symbol? Does it show how successful you are? Or is it a depreciating item that’s supposed to get you from point A to point B? Is it something in between? I’ve come to the conclusion that I do want a nice car, but not one that costs more than I’m able to save per month. I truly wouldn’t mind getting a used car if I find the right one for the right price. The hunt shall continue…
There are seriously people who plan out their Instagram feed. They want pictures to match and be similar in color. They don’t post just anything on their social media channels because they have an image to maintain and they strategically post at certain times of day. This includes a level of fakeness that I’m not comfortable with. I’m going to post what I want, when I want and if I lose followers that’s fine.
Do you believe that monitoring your social media feed is fake or is it smart?
I don’t want a contrived presence on social media or in real life. I don’t want to be defined by the things I have, but this doesn’t mean I don’t desire nice things. I plan to work harder so that all the things I want can be attained without faking it until I make it. Last week I had a conversation with my husband in which I said “everybody has a little bit of fake in them.” I said this because many of us aren’t able to be ourselves 100% of the time because of personas we keep at work or in social settings, but I at least want to be able to keep it real with myself.
If you’ve made it this far, I thank you for taking the time to read my randomness. I’m interested in hearing other opinions so feel free to drop a note down below.
