Hello friends,
Today I woke up, got gas, and hung out with someone in Austin other than Alex for the first time. It was very fun, and then I came back to the apartment and ate a kiwi while outside on the balcony before scrolling on Twitter and Reddit. I also went down a rabbit hole of beautiful jewelry on Etsy (I hope one day I make $ from my writing and can buy this art through profit from my own art). Soon I’ll call Apple to get them to mail my laptop back, after they’ve kept it hostage for about a month, and buy a very belated birthday gift for a friend.
What a pleasant, boring day. I’m not going to parties (they’re too loud for me) or going ham on my side hustle (I need my Reddit scrolling) or getting any closer to fulfilling my purpose for living, whatever that is (wish I knew what it was). And that’s okay too. There’s a subtle significance in slow, meandering days, and if I don’t pay attention, then I’ll feel like I’m wasting my time. But if I have enough presence, I can really savor how slow time can feel before the rush of the workweek returns. There’s the sound of the refrigerator humming in the background, the view of the rustling trees from outside, and soon, the completion of a blog post that may or may not be meaningful.
Have a great Sunday,
Valerie
Great post! I had a relaxing weekend too but somehow I always feel guilty about it. I know that in the long run, its better to take intentional breaks than to have your work hampered by exhaustion but idk how to correct for it. Any advice?