Weekend

"The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaieties, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it."
F. Scott Fitzgerald

Ah the weekend. A time to relax, a time to slow down and take stock of life, love and yourself. At least that's what it should be. More often than not I find myself filling up the weekend with activities, jobs, rushing around and busyness.

This past weekend I

• Worked on a coding project
• Got a good chunk of the boxes and mess in the spare bedroom cleaned up
• Shredded several bags worth of old documents
  
• Went to church
• Put together bathroom shelves
• Did laundry
• Collapsed several packing and delivery boxes for recycling
  

What I didn't do was slow down much. I sat down for tea with Tara and Laura (my SIL) and I watched half a football game and this weeks episode of the O.C. That's it.

Why?

I don't know. I think I need to make a more concerted effort to relax, rid my mind of the clutter of everyday and focus on what is important. I don't know how I'll do that, but I'm going to try.