Tag: #theweekend

Watching It Unfold

I woke up early for a Saturday.

That my darlings was an answered prayer. I’ve been wanting to find that habit of waking up early again, and my Higher Power is helping me.

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I’ve noticed something about my dogs.

My favorite time to write is in the stillness of morning. Their dog beds are laying on the floor beside my desk in the den, and they are curled asleep as I type. They will lay there for about an hour, or until I click publish. That has been what I’ve noticed the past few days.

Maybe you’re thinking it’s because I’m still, they are still. No my lovely…they curl up first, like setting the stage for a Blog post. Even walking over to the coffee bar to refill my cup doesn’t phase them. They know coffee goes well with this.

I can write any time of day, but this morning I want to thank my dogs for showing me that favorite time to write. It’s worth waking up early to have an opportunity like this.

Now, it’s time to shower and get ready for the best part of the day. Watching it unfold.

A Divine Responsibility

I had planned on writing about Self-care Sunday. It was pondered continually and a couple of people asked, “What does that look like Barb?”

It’s ironic because I gave a different answer each time. It was like I couldn’t pinpoint just one thing and give a duplicate response. It was difficult to convey, but here I sit feeling very well cared for.

The weekend flowed from one thing to the other. It’s not that I have a feeling of accomplishment or really did anything noteworthy, but maybe it’s in the things I didn’t do.

I didn’t worry about anything.

I didn’t look at my work for tomorrow.

I didn’t strategize the week ahead.

I didn’t go to any of my favorite shops and become inundated with Christmas when we haven’t even had Thanksgiving yet. The world outside my home felt rushed. Sirens blared down the highway above my street every few minutes.

I lit the candle from Savor the Moments.

Every time I walked into my bedroom a deep breath was greeted by the scent from that candle. My workload was light this weekend, but I gave it my best. It would seem the ultimate self-care is a divine responsibility.

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To Be Alone

It’s been an off day.

Friday I told a friend how good I am at being alone. Saturday morning I woke up feeling very alone and I wasn’t very good with it. 🙂

Friday night, I saw this meme before bed.

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Walking through my day and going to some of my favorite haunts didn’t do much for me. I read a Blog about online dating and looked at a couple of sites. That was a no.

Trying to find my groove, I hopped in my truck and drove down to the lake. The leaves are changing color and fishing boats were being launched. A woman and her dog were walking to the same spot as me. She smiled, offered an extra chair and we sat.

After introducing ourselves we began to chat.

Her name is Christine and her dog is Cowboy.

She could tell I had a mind full. I told her I’ve been Blogging about self care on Sunday’s and thought sitting at the lake would be inspiring. As I sat there with Christine and watched Cowboy swim around it soothed me.

She said, “What we’re doing is self care, but it’s Saturday and you don’t have to be alone.”

Weekends Are Sacred

My weekend begins at 5:01 on Friday’s. That is when my phone shuts down until Monday.

I have two jobs as a Virtual Assistant and one is on the weekends, but I’ve had that job for 7 years. It began as my way of staying home with my daughter and making a living after leaving my marriage. It’s been reliable in that sense, but I had to set boundaries.

My first thought this morning was, “Life is not hard. Life is what we make it.” I woke up tired. It’s been a busy few weeks. It was ever so pleasing to know it’s Friday.

My daughter walks by my room and tells me, “I love your bedroom.”

I catch her standing in the doorway staring at it. Since the redo beginning with Under the Bed, it has the feeling of a retreat. When you work from home, you need a room like that. When I walk into my room, I leave work behind.

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I’m sitting in the middle of my bed and here’s what my bedside table reveals.

Two out of three Hydrangea blooms that have been with me all week. A small Voluspa candle, because I couldn’t decide what scent I liked best to buy a big one. A large Voluspa candle is a commitment. My favorite ink pen and a water bottle for the weekend.

Someone asked me what I was doing this weekend and I said, “As little as possible.”

My weekends are sacred.

A Chill Day

I just made my second Chemex.

The first one was shared with my daughter.

She is the Queen of Chemex, so it makes me a little nervous when I hand her one that I make. This morning as I was making it, thoughts of her and how happy she is right now were floating through my mind. Her love from England is here, so her world feels complete today.

In a sense it was made with love.

She cradled the cup in both hands, took a sip and closed her eyes to savor the moment. Was it up to her standards? I waited for her response.

She released a smile and said, “That is a perfect Chemex.” Day complete before 11:00 am.

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Sunday has an ease about it. It’s a small luxury to sit in the middle of an unmade bed without any rush to make it up. There is no rush today.

I have two laptops. One for business and one for personal. I enjoy typing blog posts on the business laptop. The keys are raised and feel good as I type. I’m sitting in the middle of my unmade bed with a candle lit and a cup from the Chemex.

There is natural light from the windows.

I’ve said no to friends today that wished to include me in their plans. I thought about going to the grocery store, but there’s food in the fridge.

It’s Sunday and it’s a chill day.

I See Rest

My daughter has left for the weekend.

The house is still and quiet. The dogs just came in from a full day of playing next door. They come home around the same time each day. I appreciate how they know they’ve had enough for one day.

Watch and learn from the doggos.

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Yesterday, I found myself physically tired.

This weekend I’m going to take care of me. This month I’ve been giving away more of myself than usual, but cannot pour from an empty cup.

Yesterday, my daughter noticed I was being quiet and she knew. Mom is tapped out for a bit.

I changed my theme for this site and forgot about it. When I typed in the address to come here and write, I didn’t recognize the site as mine, but thought, ‘Wow. That’s so pretty.’ 🙂

That is what we call dog tired.

Self-care weekend in full pursuit my lovelies. Looking at my dogs in this moment, I see rest.

All the Magnificence

My daughter has left for the weekend.

We have this word we’ve been using.

Magnificent.

Let the weekend begin.

I hugged her before she left and she said, “You smell good.” I was wearing my shimmer mist, so maybe she will see some glitter from that hug later on.

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She texted me once she arrived at her destination and said, “Have a magnificent weekend!” My response was, “I wish you all the magnificence”.

I wish the same for you my darlings.