I had a long list of things to do this weekend. You know the one: house chores, preparation for family visits, holiday meals, etc. Then, plans changed. Usually this leaves me with a little anxiety since I'm the rule follower and the schedule says I must do A, B, and C. But I fell asleep last night happier than I've felt in a while. Instead of worrying about not getting the to-do list done, I simply changed it. I spent more time with a dear friend and had a great heart to heart. I played with two special girls that reminded me that weekends are not meant for to-do lists, they are meant for play.
This has actually been on my mind a lot lately as I've been reading about un-plugged weekends around the blogishpere. I know this refers to phone, Internet, and social media usage but I wonder if it can be taken a bit further to include the proverbial to-do list. The weekends of my childhood were spent playing, cooking, eating, and spending time with family. I seemed to have strayed away from that.
I'm exhausted today, but filled full of the kind of goodness that comes with spending a day just being, and accepting anything that comes to pass.