Every other Tuesday, I lay in complete darkness for 90 minutes while Adrian painstakingly applies individual lash extensions. It complements the bi-weekly mani pedis and massages and the Tuesday-Thursday mornings spent with my personal trainer. I don't call it high maintenance. I call it knowing what I want.
Every other Tuesday, I lay in complete darkness for 90 minutes while Adrian painstakingly applies individual lash extensions. It complements the bi-weekly mani pedis and massages and the Tuesday-Thursday mornings spent with my personal trainer and the pre-portioned ingredients delivered each week from Plated.
It’s expensive – and exacting – being me. Just yesterday, a friend called me a diva for asking we go two (not four) to a room on a weekend girl’s getaway I’d booked for us at the Four Seasons. Um, I can’t take full advantage of the awesome soaker tub if I’m sharing with three of my besties.
Also, we’re 30 years old. Live a little!
I don’t call it high maintenance. I call it knowing what I want. The lashes? They eliminate putting on mascara that irritates my contacts. Dinner? I’d rather spend time with my friends/family/dog than at the grocery store after two hours of commuting.
The trainer? Well, that’s a splurge — but hey, I worked for it, earning a masters degree at night while working a full-time job and freelancing another 30 hours each week.
Sure, you can call me high maintenance, but I’m hardly ashamed. I like nice things, and I work hard to earn them.
Being high maintenance gets a bad rep. It conjures up images of entitled princesses spending daddy’s money or trophy wives who juice cleanse and Botox in between SoulCycle classes.
And sure, there’s plenty of negativity that comes from having a maintenance lifestyle. I’ve been told more than once that I might not like something because it’s not “fancy” enough for me. Hello? I like a good Taco Bell Fourth Meal as much as the next person, and I’m a proud #Maxxinista, despite my love of all things at Needless Markup.
I like to think of it as living fully — I care about treating others the way I want to be treated, and try to treat myself with care as well. The golden rule, if you will.
And really, couldn’t we all take a page from that playbook?
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a blowout scheduled.