Weekend of Rest…

Every once in a while we all need a weekend of rest.  We often go about our days 90 to nothing doing the same routine (or a routine of crazy-no-day-is-ever-the-same), hit the sack with barely enough momentum to think through what actually happened (yes this is an over-analyzer speaking here).  I’ve spent many a Mondays just trying to get through on the first day back.  Many a Friday not wishing the day away, but keeping my eye on the clock and how fast it ticks toward 5pm.

After a few weeks of feeling this way, we were very fortunate to have a weekend of rest.  A weekend where we made our Friday Night Pizza tradition a reality (we are loving this by the way…stay tuned for more), and also a night to start up the last push through season 1 of Friday Night Lights. Not being one to watch a lot of television, but this is REALLY good TV.

Saturday was much of the same–started out the day with breakfast and went through 2 pots of coffee as we finished season 1.  It was a beautiful day out, so we got the bikes out.  We watched some college football.  We prepped dinner.  We relaxed.  We cleaned.  We did whatever we felt like.  We had no agenda.  No where to be.  Nothing we HAD to do.

Sunday we went to church, came home and made lunch, watched the Bengals whoop up on the Steelers and ventured to the library during halftime.  Again, we enjoyed a day with no agenda.

I know it isn’t always easy and especially as we cruise into the holiday season with weekends already full with parties, family gatherings and opportunities to give back.  Don’t forget to take some time to pull back and love those who are closest to you and take the time to regroup personally.  It’s easy to forget that without cherishing those with whom you share life on a daily basis with, you are just gonna run yourself into the ground and not be very fun to be around.  And when I say “you”, I’m really talking straight to myself.

One thought on “Weekend of Rest…

  1. Great post lil nic…..and great perspective. Glad to see you all taking some time to smell the roses in the garden of marriage. Don’t ever forget that…….especially when you get on down the road a piece…. 😉

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