Today I enjoyed one of those Sundays that encompass what all Sunday’s should be like, yet are not most of the time. Instead of spending the day rushing around in the hustle bustle that is Boston, googling/blog-stalking/blogging/researching on my Mac, or psychotically trying to cross off every single thing on my to-do list while cleaning the apartment AND cooking all while glued to my Android nonetheless, I decided to just be.
I spent the morning sleeping in until (oh my!) 10:30, eating “breakfast” at 11:30 and a absolutely delicious blackberry banana smoothie (kudus to The Boy for being smoothie master) at two for an afternoon pick-me-up. I had absolutely no agenda, and it felt incredibly refreshing.
The rest of the day was spent enjoying time with The Boy’s family watching old episodes of Three Stooges on VHS tapes, laughing our faces off, and sharing stories. I decided to shut down my computer, put my phone in the other room and just be present (something I’m desperately working on improving).
We even caught a 4 p.m showing of Contraband (with Mark Wahlberg) fully equipped with a large popcorn and all. These are the kinds of things weekends should be made of, I thought to myself. Family. Friends. Laughter. Relaxation. No agendas, time clock, or extravagant fancy dinners. Little kisses. Big smiles. Inside jokes.
It’s the little things in life that really matter, after all.