I spent this last weekend doing very little. I'm not sure exactly why but it was one of those weekends where I was seriously lacking in motivation or energy and I was generally very lethargic. However, don't run away with the idea that it was a bad weekend. Far from it.
On Friday night my sister cooked a fantastic meal. She made my favourite - chicken fajitas - and we slobbed out in front of the weirdly fascinating Fringe. On Saturday morning my brother-in-law and I went shopping for wood to make shelves. This may not sound very exciting to a normal person but I get very enthusiastic about wood and DIY stuff. We went to a timber yard. This was my ideal Saturday morning shopping trip. After all, you don't have to worry about whether a plank of wood is going to fit you, or make your butt look big!
Then on Saturday afternoon my sister and I gardened. Correction, she gardened, I watched! This is not usual for me. I like getting my hands dirty and planting things that grow. But on Saturday I just sat in the sun and daydreamed. My sister planted her vegetables and I acted like one! I was joined in this exhausting endeavour by my sister's cat, Pixie. Although technically she can at least claim to have chased a few dancing shadows and the odd insect.
On Saturday evening my sister and I went to my parents for a barbeque. I suspect you're seeing a pattern here by now. On Sunday I was so worn out by all the eating and daydreaming that I didn't do much. And now I'm back at work.
What I learned this weekend is that I carry a lot of guilt around about not getting things done. It tends to eat into my enjoyment of the weekend. Sometimes it's OK to do nothing. I would even say that sometimes it's necessary to do nothing. I didn't achieve anything but I do feel recharged.
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