I’ve rediscovered an old love recently…and I’ve been taking endless pleasure in the experience. My life is usually very go-go…weekends are for parties, friends, cycling, hiking, and general mayhem. And so are evenings — nights out on the town with friends, gym time, long walks…I generally resent going slow and try to have every spare moment committed.
Not this month. June has been the month of “lazy.” I’ve discovered a love of coming home to my house, social dance card completely empty. Spending the evening cooking, taking a walk, reading, and maybe even *gasp* watching Netflix. I haven’t gone out socially more than once or twice a week.
I’ve rediscovered my love of doing less, and relaxing more. I’ve read at least a book a week, and I’ve been cooking dinner and thus eating healthier.
Through this process, I’ve re-learned something I’d forgotten over the past year. Even at steady state with no frenetic activity, I have a pretty damn awesome life.
And for now, that’s enough. No promises for next month, though!