I’m staying home this Labor Day weekend and doing much of the same.
The Saturday morning routine of grocery shopping, farmer’s market, and chores. Going to church and taking a nap. Watching football and movies.
But I remember when 3 day weekends meant travel, a quick day trip or catching up with friends who live a little further away.
However, I’ve spent time this weekend thinking that this is no longer true. For most people, 3 day weekends mean more rest and rejuvenation, or extra time for a work project. In many ways, 3 day weekends are most exhausting for me. My schedule changes and my body needs time to adjust. So while others go back to work tomorrow more ready to go, I’ll be more tired. That’s a chronic fatigue mystery.
A gem that I’ve found though in getting used to a lifestyle of restraint is to celebrate small things. To be okay in staying settled and doing small things with enjoyment. I’m not going anywhere and there’s no big plans. But yesterday Chels and I went to a restaurant on Eagle Creek and then took a walk at our favorite park. We put it on our calendar 3 weeks in advance and got excited anticipating a “small thing.”
I’m glad there’s no work today. It’s a cooking and baking day, and mainly a stay at home day getting mentally prepared to go back to work. But when we’re making chicken tortilla soup for this week’s lunches, and bison burgers and autoimmune-paleo apple pie for dinner, we’re pretty content.