Sometimes I think we forget what a weekend is supposed to be.
Our days of “free time” are filled with another kind of work: the to-do list. Grocery shopping. Laundry. Yard work. House projects. The stress of the week is still there, just in disguise. The best weekends are those full of rejuvenating activities, “me/us” time, or (gasp!) nothing at all.
We had one of those weekends. We set the to-do list aside. John skied. I hiked. There was fresh air in our lungs! There was time at the park with nothing to do but make Cholula happy.
There was a lot of good food, either made at home in my slippers or out in the neighborhood. There was time with friends, new and old, at a bacon-themed brunch (I made whiskey bacon jam!) and at yoga.
We tried to unplug. We made time for reading. For napping. For being spontaneous. For sunsets and desserts and love notes.
And by the time Monday rolled around, guess what? I felt refreshed. The weekend was the necessary pause in the sometimes stressful routine of life. We took a time-out to be grateful. We’d successfully pushed the reset button. Sure, the to-do list is still there, but now it’s not quite as overwhelming.
It’s easy to get caught up in the madness of our own little worlds. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Life is good.
How do you hit the “reset” button? Share with me!