*Blows dust off computer* Hello and happy — wait, how does this g — oh, yeah. Hello and happy Sunday funday. [Blogged while actually considering going back to sleep.] It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written…well, anything. Which is why I’m back, bitches.
This has been the first weekend in months I’ve had to myself. No plans, no boyfriend, no roommate. And sometimes when my dad leaves and I get the house to myself because I’m 27 and still live at home, magic ensues.
For the past few months, I’ve felt like I was playing a never-ending game of catch up. I like sort of was keeping up with things. But not really because I had a stack of papers on the kitchen table, a dirty AF bedroom, a long AF to-do list and a stressed out mind. And on top of that, I hadn’t had any me time in a long time. Which is like crucial to my overall happiness.
So I took this free weekend to clean with The LadyGang, organize, cook, relax — and most importantly get back to doing things that bring me joy. I used to write all the time. Whether it was the journal on my night stand or this blog, I regularly got in touch with my thoughts and brought them to life. It’s been made abundantly clear by these last few months that no matter how busy my life gets, I need to make time for myself, whatever that looks like. An extra yoga session, a night reading, an evening crafting. We run around all week and then fill our weekends with social life. Shit gets hectic.
So next time you’re feeling overwhelmed, stressed or anxious, take a deep breath and maybe spend some time with the person who needs it most.