Discovering the beauty of stillness, unstructured moments, and self-indulgence
The guilt starts to creep in around Saturday night when I’m scrolling through Instagram.
I’m probably curled up in my duvet cocoon on the sofa with messy hair, and the evening’s dinner remains on my chin. I won’t be a pretty sight — but I’m blissfully happy and at peace.
That’s what matters, right?
Every other week I normally have a weekend off. But every time I do, I feel the pressure to fill it with social plans that don’t give me any time for myself.
As the blissful empty weekend draws to a close, my version of the Sunday scaries is worrying about what to say to colleagues when they ask me what I did over the weekend.
After all, how do you make ‘nothing’ sound positive and fulfilling, even if it was?
Having no plans for the entirety of two days is one of my favourite things in the world.
I love the emptiness of it. I love not having to be up by a certain time to rush out of the door to go somewhere for a specific time. I love the potential of it, but also the rest it can give me.
