I’ve posted before about being too busy by default and how my love of being active sometimes goes overboard. I’m definitely at risk for taking on too much. This concept is my nemesis! A brief search through my blog these past 4.5 months has made me realize loud and clear that I like to be busy but often can be too busy, and that puts me in precarious conditions physically and mentally. Yikes.
Well, I am happy to report that this weekend felt like the perfect balance. I had a dinner date on Friday night, a Saturday lunch date, and then a Saturday night drinks, dinner, and more drinks date. It was all fabulous. I got to explore several places I’d never been before, and also return to a few familiar places. I got to hang out with people I know and love, and with people I had just met (who, with repeated exposure, could possibly fall into the “people I know and love” category). It was a social and engaging weekend. Conversation ranged from the nutty (“Do you think you could use the lemongrass as a straw?”) to the intellectual (“What’s the connection between Vitamins A and D? Have you read that research?”) to the cerebral (“I like theatre that is about the consciousness.”)
I had a nap on Saturday afternoon and then stayed home most of Sunday, reading books, blogs, and writing, flipping through recipes, exploring new jazz music (thank you, Spotify!), and FaceTiming with a bestie. I cooked a brown-rice lemon and asparagus risotto, played with the cat, watched some old 30 Rock episodes, and made a batch of hummus for the week. Sunday was quiet, calm, and contemplative. It rained, but I smiled.
It was all a perfect combination. It was somewhere in between too much and not enough.
For me, of course.
What’s your perfect in-between?
