Most weekends, I'm working.
Not always the regular Monday-to-Friday kind, but it's work all the same. There's always something that needs doing -something to catch up on, something I didn't get to during the week. Sometimes I just want to sign and say "Can the weekend please be an actual end for once?"
But it is what it is, for now. 😅
If I could design my own weekend -just once- I know exactly what I'd do
First of all, I'd stay home. 100%. I wouldn't even think of going anywhere. I wouldn't need to. The whole point would be to not have to be anywhere or do anything for anyone
I'd wake up when my body felt like it, not when an alarm told me to. Stretch a little, smile at nothing in particular and maybe roll around a bit longer before actually getting up
Then comes the best part: books.
It might be a physical one, one I've been meaning to finish for weeks, or it might just be something on my phone. Whichever it is, I'd let myself get completely lost in it. The kind of reading where you don't even hear your phone buzz and suddenly three hours have passed
Somewhere in there, I'd make something warm to drink. Tea, probably. Or hot chocolate if I'm feeling extra soft that day. I'd sip it slowly, like the world isn't running on a clock.
Maybe I'd read two books. Maybe more. Maybe I'd fall asleep halfway through a paragraph, who knows? That's the freedom of it. That's the joy
I don't want noise. I don't want to dress up. I don't want to be around people. Not because I don't love them -but because sometimes I just want me. Quiet, simple, nothing fancy. Just me and a good story
Right now, I don't get weekends like that. I squeeze in reading when I can -between tasks, or late at night when everything else has calmed down. But other times.... I just wish I had more space
Someday, maybe.
I actually drew these little stick figure today (Saturday) while sitting at home. I had already gotten ready for work, when the rain started pouring, and I just couldn't bring myself to head out in it. My mom had already driven with my siblings to her shop earlier, and the house was quiet -just me, the rain and the kind of stillness that makes you think. So instead of rushing off, I sat and started sketching.... imagining what it would feel like to have the whole day to myself, exactly the way I'd want it.
Thanks for reading
