I turned 24 a little over a month ago, it wasn't a momentous occasion, it was a good day. That was exactly what I wanted for my birthday, just a good, simple day. I've learned as I've aged that the most simple, relaxing days are some of the best. Today has been a good example for me. I woke up just before my 11am alarm. I always forget to turn off my work alarms on the weekend, but I've been awake before them both this weekend. Certainly not a bad thing, keeping a routine provides stability and normalcy. I am beginning to crave those things as I age. But back to my simple, relaxing weekend. (Yes I have a point, and yes you have to read the whole post to find out what it is).
Around 11:30 or midnight on Friday night, I was nailing down a drink recipe that is for Code Red. I love being able to combine my bartending knowledge with my books. It was a delicious drink, and I was about half way through the first one when my phone dinged with a text. It was my grandfather asking me to lunch, because my little sister was missing me. We planned lunch, and I finished my drink, deciding against anymore since I wouldn't be able to sleep in. This was no sacrifice by any means, any time I get to spend with my family is greatly enjoyed. Tyler and I watched Scary Movie 2 (don't judge me, but I had never seen any of them, I don't watch horror movies, even the comedy ones), and I went to bed. I woke up far earlier than I intended the next morning, which was good, because the kid was already ready for lunch. It gave me enough time to shower, pick up my living room, and be slipping on my shoes when she knocked on my apartment door. We had a good lunch and spent a little time hanging out. We took my dog, Juniper, for a walk, and they headed home. The only productive thing I did for the rest of my Saturday was clean my bathroom. Today, I woke up about 11, came into my living room, grabbed the crocheting project I've been working on since I finished my first blanket, turned on Rizzoli and Isles, and sat back in the recliner. Where I stayed crocheting and binging the show until about 5 o'clock. My shoulders hurts a bit from the consistent use of the muscles for such a prolonged period of time, sometimes I feel closer to 50 than 30. I got up and did my dishes, my second important task for the weekend. And now here I sit, writing this blog post. Seems awfully boring right?
It's a great thing, it's given me lots of time to relax, and process thoughts, feelings, and make plans for my next few weeks. I've spent a lot of time thinking about the parents in my life. I am always needing an adultier adult. I have just enough doubt in my own thoughts to consult others when I have things on my mind. Especially hard decisions. I have plenty of ability to use discernment, but sometimes the best way for me to ensure I'm acting without reacting is to call my Dad. A recent conversation we had, has left me having to preemptively make a choice, that while basically small, has left me slightly frazzled. The particular thing while it's weighing very heavily on my mind has no true consequence in my day to day life. For the most part, it is a thought to file away for later. But I'm not very good at that part. I've found myself dissecting everything surrounding this. Now I'm not one for mental masturbation (or at least I try like hell not to be). Probably why I'm writing this blog post. Now, what was the point?
As we get older we begin to appreciate our parents more, at least those of us that have at least one good parent. I'm very thankful for the adults in my life that are still helping guide my choices even this far into my adult life. I'm sure they wouldn't agree with every single one of them, but at the very least someone is in my ear ensuring I'm making the one's I can live with. I'm grateful for that. Take the time to be grateful for the parents in your life, we'd certainly be lost without them.
I'm going back to my boring, but very relaxing weekend.
Taila Out.
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