Weekends
Days of Luxury
For years I have been dreading the Monday morning question, ‘How was your weekend, what did you do?’
Do? What did I do?
I often find it hard to come up with an answer. ‘Just plodded along’ does not sound right. ‘Nothing’ sounds tedious. I could make something up, but I lack the stamina. Particularly on a Monday morning.
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Trust me, my weekends are not bleak. I see people, I go places, I do things. But for me weekends equate to time and time is precious and often elusive.
It is a rare luxury, spending a day at home, alone, doing unimportant things like rummaging through some old letters, tending your plants, trying out a new recipe, painting your nails, finishing the book you are reading, writing an overdue email to a family member, finally sending the recipe a friend asked you for weeks ago, taking a picture of the bouquet of flowers on your dining table before it wilts.
I believe everybody needs a day like that; a day without plans or chores, without looking at a vision board, be it the one against the wall or the one in your head. A day without impatience, when feelings and thoughts are given space, when wanting something to happen and making it happen hit the pause button. A day without rewards, without lists and timetables.
Lives are not only made up of big decisions, of action-packed adventures and strong emotions. Sometimes we need to engage in small actions, little deeds that ground us and take us back to ourselves.
I suggest you too have a day like that. A day that is made up of inconsequential, small moments of rest and pleasure. A day you can’t account for in full sentences.
