With my boyfriend *and* my best friend out of town this past weekend, I had a full 48 hours to myself to whatever I pleased. Granted, I always do whatever I please — no one tells me what to do! — but this time, I could truly do whatever I pleased, without any care or regard for anyone else.
Time all to myself, what a gift to relish.
This couldn’t have come at a better time, either. I was in Disney World last weekend, returning late Sunday evening. Then I launched into a full work week with commitments every. single. night (poor planning on my part!) And while I had a great week, and everything I had committed to were things I wanted to do, I was more than a little looking forward to two days of time to myself where I could do whatever I wanted at my leisure.
So, this past weekend, I chose to…
read for hours, because my list of library loans continues to grow;
bake a dutch baby for an at home Sunday brunch (a new-to-me recipe that was SUPER easy);
workout a total of four (!) times because I am slowly but surely becoming A Person That Actually Really Enjoys Working Out;
wash all of my clothes that needed laundering;
nap a cumulative total of nearly five hours (hey, all that working out is tiring!);
watch a bunch of YouTube videos, something I haven’t done in ages (I’m really digging The Anna Edit at the moment);
cook broken pasta pork ragu, a dish that took hours because the pork had to braise but was completely worth the time investment;
organize my work wardrobe, as I have some important meetings this week I need to be dressed appropriately for;
clean (well, sort of) my main living area;
prep my meals for the week;
order dress heels for an upcoming wedding I’m attending and some sports bras; and
pay my bills because, if this list hasn’t already made it clear to you, I’m a boring adult now.
And you know what? As boring as this list is — and trust me, I know this is not exactly scintillating blog material, I’m sorry — it was a great weekend. I spent it exactly how I wanted to, and for the first time in ages, I feel mentally and physically recharged enough to face the upcoming week. What a concept.
Maybe I should leave my weekends open and unplanned more often…