Not so long ago, I didn’t see a whole lot of difference between weekdays and weekends. Both seemed equally frantic with Responsibilities and Things to Do. These days, we’re trying to more consciously observe the downtime.
Or the uptime, as the case may be.
This is one of the challenges with working from home, I guess. The office is right there, and it’s so easy to stop at the computer “for a moment” to just take care of “one thing.” Though, to be honest with myself, it’s not only that, since I tend to get equally distracted and panicked by making sure we all have clothes that aren’t about to fall apart. There’s also the memory of when weekends were for all the chores that didn’t get done over the week. The weekend becomes this crazy two days of Getting It Taken Care Of, instead of a time of connecting with and celebrating the people around us.
So, I’m trying to lie under more trees and watch the leaves against the sky. To really see what Caitlyn’s trying to show me. To eat the occasional popsicle. To bake frivolous things and share them with friends. To see the flowers as I go by.