An Extra Day Off
So glad I am able to write this for the second consecutive day. Usually there’s steam for any new commitment which I am using to the fullest. Progress, process, and patience are three important P’s. And, I am able to feel all three as I write this.
This happy day was the last day of the long weekend. I love weekends, who doesn’t? I love the weekdays too as I enjoy my job, my everyday routine, and calm evenings. But, weekends have their own charm — like a blank canvas where you can paint what you wish to paint. Or, they can also be the usual rut of the cleaning — grocery — food batching — socializing.
This extra day off for me was one of those blank canvas days which I colored with the brightest of all colors. An extra day in this weekend was a cherry on the cake, an unabashed dance. I spoke at home for long hours on phone, spent time reading a book I truly adore, laughed my heart out with my husband, and went out for dinner. Oh, yeah, we also went to the mall to find me a nice bag. Took all the time to go around and didn’t find much. Some other time, maybe. By the end of the day, I could also send out a writing assignment that was long due and I am sure I couldn’t have slept better. Nothing new, but everything still so new.
There was no rush, no hurry, no worry. It was an unplanned day that went better than a planned day would go. Like a sigh of relief. This taught me that maybe I don’t take enough time for myself. I don’t take myself out on dates. This date was so plesant. I like my company, so isn’t it better that I have more of it? *winks*