After my last post, things didn’t get much better the rest of the week.
My weekend, however, was AMAZING, which completely made up for the less-than-stellar week I left behind. Not that I did anything particularly special over the weekend--I just had a lot of time to relax and do all the things I wanted to do. Plus, the weather was GORGEOUS/STUNNING/BEAUTIFUL/PERFECT, which put me in an amazing mood.
During the course of the weekend, I:
Wrote a paper.
Slept in.
Had chocolate chip waffles, bacon, and drank lots of coffee.
Got my tan on.
Started on two new books (in addition to the 3rd Hunger Games book, which I had already started reading): Bittersweet by Shauna Niequist and Bloom by Kelle Hampton. All 3 are fabulous for different reasons. I can’t remember the last time I read this much in my life!
Spent Saturday afternoon in the sun, looking at cars.
Drank wine and ate a delicious turkey quesadilla.
Watched 50 First Dates.
Cleaned out my room, the kitchen, and the bathroom (felt so good!).
Had a really good, 3-hour phone conversation with my brother, Kyle.
Whipped up some homemade horchata (another Pinterested fave) and these little cuties.
Gave myself a full-blown beauty day: hair mask, face mask, manicure, and pedicure.
Listened to a ridiculous amount of Pandora.
Had a dinner with my roommates.
I think one of my favorite parts of the weekend, though, was after dinner with my roommates. I made a cup of hot chocolate and went out and stared at the moon for a long time. And there on the sidewalk, with the moon bright in the sky, I gave enormous thanks. For having a neighborhood safe enough to stand outside at night. For the privilege of having lived in that house for almost 2 years and very little drama. For my car, my the food in my fridge. I gave thanks for the amazing people in my life: family and friends and coworkers. And for the fact that I don’t have to pray for healing or visit any of them in the hospital because they’re all alive and healthy. For a job I love that provides me with the resources to enjoy life.
So, my weekend… it was perfect. Perfect in the way that I didn’t worry about what I should’ve been doing, but instead, did all the things I wanted to do. Perfect in the way that it was healing.
And talking to God while enjoying hot chocolate and the moon? Was just a ginormous, sweet red cherry on top of the whole thing.
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