This was the first weekend that I could just…be. While I may have neglected some adulting duties, like, grocery shopping and laundry, there was no packing, no schlepping, and, well, no labor-intensive work of any kind happening. Sure, there is still unpacking to be done around these parts, but let’s just say I took the weekend “off.”
Instead of my usual running around like a chicken without a head, I enjoyed a leisurely breakfast in town, perused my favorite shop in the village, strolled down to the beach, and went to a BBQ in one of the most idyllic backyards I’ve ever encountered. I made new friends, enjoyed good food, and just r-e-l-a-x-e-d. On Sunday, it was back to my usual exercise routine—yoga at Lululemon with a friend, before a much-needed haircut appointment where a shorter ‘do ensued.
The events of this weekend made me stop and reflect. Rather than feeling drained from two days of errands and chores, I actually felt invigorated and ready to tackle the week ahead. I felt as though I recharged my mind and body through exercise and the sights of the great outdoors—without a plan or direction. For once, I had a weekend with nothing on the itinerary, and that didn’t bother me or make me feel anxious. I caught up on all of the things that I wanted to do, instead of had to do.
While I know weekends like the one described are luxuries—and I have no expectation that they will happen often—maybe we should pencil them in from time-to-time? Like a vacation that we look forward to, perhaps a low-key weekend every now and then can serve to inspire us and keep us grounded.
How do you recharge on the weekends?