Ah, the weekend.
For me, the weekend was originally hard to distinguish from other days.
At the height of quarantine, it was really when Sean said he was going to clean the apartment that I knew it was Saturday.
There wasn’t much distinction between the weekend vs. other days of the week for me.
I applauded friends who only drank on the weekends or had a standing phone date with someone on the weekends–anything they could do to discern some kind of difference.
I guess it didn’t matter as much to me.
Whatever I feel like calling it, I believe in finding joy every day.
And the more I read and learn about resistance, the more I realize that this movement has been present in me for as long as I can remember.
The need to experience joy as much as I can.
The need to put love and understanding before upset and fear.
I have learned all about this from the women in my life, the women who taught me about the deepest kinds of love and how much that matters even when they may not have felt it themselves.
So, I took the weekend to live best life, treat myself, get my daily hygge in, and prioritize rest as a way to resist all the things that will try to tire me out and distract me.
There were plenty of British mystery shows to go around, as well as spending some time thinking about my favorite new show, I May Destroy You.
Another batch of Jerrelle’s muffins.
Another activity I NEVER saw myself doing: toasting quinoa flour for one hour to remove its bitter taste before using in a vegan muffin recipe.
I love life.
Treating myself to fun new products, which I ordered so long that I forgot they were coming.
Apparently, my order was misplaced somehow, but it was a nice weekend treat.
And the gift of writing…I wrote before about wanting to reclaim that gift and the power of what it feels like to create. ONLY FOR MYSELF even as I try to submit my writing in different ways. That serves as a good motivator but not the WHY behind my desire to write more.
I love the picture of Zadie above. On top of being one of my favorite writers, I love this picture of her. I mean, she looks stunning in that outfit and her hair is dreamy.
But my favorite part is her hands on her stomach.
A gesture that reminds me to take a deep breath as you ready yourself for whatever the world will throw at you.
Take a breath and create.
