Last Friday night, Jay and I rendezvoused at home around 5:30 PM and shared in a little mini happy hour while I changed my clothes. I had attended a work seminar that entire day and was anxious to peel myself out of the spectacularly professional suit ensemble that I had stepped into at 6:30 AM. After some brief chit chatting, a costume change and some laughs, we marched off to Off the Grid, a food truck heaven that is located on the east end of our neighborhood. It was there that we ate carne asada french fries, gluttonous burritos and danced around to the live music (my instagram from said evening is here, video is 2nd slide). We also obliged a million people who peppered us with questions about what breed Chandler is - a very common occurrence. Even more common because we generally have our dog in tow with us at any place we can take him to. We're good owners like that. We made our way back home holding hands, content, happy and full.
On Saturday morning, I arose with big plans for the day. I have a museum exhibit I've been meaning to check out and I wanted to go see a movie actually in the theater, which is a rare delight that I only manage to do about four times a year. Big day! But first I had to take care of the essentials that I had opted to tackle on Saturday vs. Sunday this weekend. I vacuumed the whole house, I scrubbed every inch of the bathroom, I dusted the shelves and I mopped the kitchen floor. The music was blasting and the sun yelling at us through the windows as I worked made for good company. When the chores were complete, I decided to sit in our comfy chair, have a seltzer water and reboot before getting ready for the day and all of the activity that I had planned.
However, between the ice cold seltzer water and the captivating documentary on the TV, something began to stir. Maybe I wouldn't go to the museum today. Maybe I wouldn't rush off to a movie. I know it's my one full day off (you know, the one untainted by the fact that work doesn't touch it on either side) and I'm supposed to make the most of it but maybe today that means staying in. Maybe it means that I just let myself be. Maybe it means that I sit right here all day and don't feel an ounce of guilt about it.
And that is what I did. I thereby determined that March 4, 2017 was to be a day where I got the most out of my weekend by simply and quietly enjoying it from the comfort of my own home. I watched two documentaries, I outlined a photo challenge that I've had my heart set on organizing for myself for about two years now and I sipped lots of yummy drinks. Soon, the morning sun gave way to afternoon rain and I felt like I had made the right decision.
I constantly feel tired in my adult life. I wonder if I will never not be kind of tired ever again. Work and responsibility seem to pull us in so many different directions and take so much of my focus during the work week. And if it "takes" my focus then it "steals" my energy for the things that I hold dear. Due to that, I feel such a drive to make every weekend count. I get up, I rove about town, I inundate myself with activity. To me, that's how I make the most of what little free time I have.
But the notion that I could solve my "no time for me" issue in a different way washed a calm over me. I'd skip out on carpe diem'ing the city this weekend and rather just bask in a home that I spend a lot of time attempting to turn into a peaceful environment. For moments just like this. Moments that I try to push away on the weekends as I pack my purse for a day of gallivanting.
So that was Saturday. It was magnificent. A needed dose of reverie.
And when I made my yogurt cup for breakfast the following morning, I realized how much beauty there is in the small, simple things.
Like bright red raspberries, paired with mint, almonds & banana, drizzled in honey and laying over a bed of coconut flakes atop creamy greek yogurt.
And ... a day dedicated to just breathing and rebooting.
I'll take more of both.