So I had these grand plans of heading up north to a cottage near Lake Huron this weekend but unfortunately my plans were foiled. I was so looking forward to some quiet time amidst the trees to be able to contemplate changes in my life. I wanted to clear my mind, read, write in my journal (on actual paper), and ponder the direction of my life in the next year.
Foiled! But wait, maybe not just yet. I spent last night in and was organizing my place and doing some admin stuffs while catching up on Desperate Housewives. This is how I spend my time relaxing and rejuvenating (in Toronto at least, in Miami the whole thing looks very different - kind of like Ab Fab goes to Dominican). So today I am like "What am I going to do with myself?" while staring out at the gray, rainy, uninspired day.
I decided to pick up my journal and write, followed by a day full of reading and spending quiet time contemplating. Well it ain't no cottage weekend away but I feel at least I can get the benefits of the cottage while being stuck in the city.
I must admit, it is a lot harder of a task to decompress while in the city, especially on a long weekend. I feel strangely guilty for not going out to some club or bar and getting retarded drunk and taking lots of pictures and dancing on tables or some shiz. Like that is what is expected of me to do while in the city . . .
I will try again tonight to take in some to solace myself and regroup, rejuvenate, and reorganize myself and do some internal spring cleaning.
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I know the feeling... sometimes you just need to get away to relax a bit.
ReplyDeleteI like that to mention "writing on paper". It's sometimes I meant to do again, yet I can't seem to find the right time.
I know I had to wipe off the dust on my journal. It is so comforting and clear when you write on paper. I miss that type of engagement with words.
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