the fine art of being uncool.

On Friday nights, Tim races sailboats. I stay home and watch {Pretty Little Lairs/Downton Abbey/Revenge} marathons on Netflix.

I could go out. {Sometimes I do.} I could be sure that I had plans, reach out to those I knew trying to set something up. Figure out what the cool kids are doing and see if I can tag along.

But most of the time, I’m the happiest lying on the couch watching hours of drama-filled tv. {I like the drama in my life to stay on the screen thankyouverymuch.}

When I was younger, it would be my weekly goal to fill up my weekend. I took pride in the number of squares that were filled in on my calendar. If I had a solo night alone, I felt…somehow less than. Like I wasn’t enough.

Like I wasn’t cool.

I think the desire to be cool stems from high school (perhaps before?) and we’ve all brought it into our grown up lives.

And I say no more of that.

From here on out, I commit to getting really excited and crush-y about meeting my heroes. I commit to not trying to quiet my (let’s admit it y’all) too-loud voice.

I commit to being 100% uncool for the sake of being 100% me. (You with me? Tweet it.)

I commit to not holding myself back for the sake of being judged by somebody else’s pretend standards of what’s most important.

I commit to letting my {freak/dork/nerd/possiblyintroverted} flag fly for the sake of my own happy.

And I commit to owning it and having more fun! More fun! More joy! More goodness, less worry. More me. Out in this world. {Heaven help us.}

Wanna be uncool with me? What can you do to be put more Y-O-U out in this world? (Trust this: the world wants more you. Much, much more.)

PS. Registration for my next (and final before next summer!) round of Glitterbomb Group Coaching opens Friday! Click here to get on the VIP notification list. 

**photo & graphic by Erin Cassidy for Tiffany Han Coaching