I didn’t really used to like the weekends all that much. Unusual, I know. And I never really could put my finger on why. But I realize it now.
Weekends meant slowing down.
It wasn’t because we usually do laundry. Most definitely not because dad is home all day Saturday and Sunday. Not eve. Because we vacuum on Sundays!
It was because we slow down and breathe. Everyone looks forward to that usually. Something this week without social media has taught me is to slow down. I haven’t been on my phone a whole lot either.
And now, as an early March breeze causes my hair to tickle my neck and the sun warms my face, I can honestly say I appreciate the weekends.
Everything about them, but especially the slowing down.
One of my favorite songs is “That’s What I Love about Sundays” by Craig Morgan. I love it because the lyrics explain such simple things in life that are extremely important. More important than anything complicated, that’s for darn sure.
Today, my sister, mom, Rosie and I drove to a town about 45 miles away. We got groceries, went to Target (😁) and ate at one of our favorite fast food places. But then we took a walk around the lake, which equals about 2 miles.
It was so refreshing to be outside, just being in nature; without any technology. It’s the first day this year that has been warm enough to walk around that lake.
Then I walked Rosie down our gravel road several times when we got home. I could hear birds chirping, water gurgling and feel the warm South breeze. Oh, and the sun was pretty warm too.
Tomorrow is forecasted to be icky – but still 53° – so we’re gonna play cards, enjoy some yummy food and then watch the new “When Calls the Heart.”
Slowing down doesn’t mean bringing your life to a complete halt. It means cherishing the simple things in life that seem to be so easy to forget in this day and age.
If I could capture the exact moment I’m writing (wrote) this in, I would do it in a heartbeat. I’d put it in a jar and open the lid whenever I want to remember what it’s like to slow down.
All different types of birds are singing. My sister is sitting next to me. My dog is just several feet away. The wind died down to just a breeze. Sun is filtering through branches and warming me up. I’m in a light jacket. Dad is gonna grill steaks for supper.
So simple, yet I’m so perfectly content.
Are you content with the simple things in life?