I find myself at a rather odd space-time continuum: a weekend with absolutely nothing on the agenda. Next weekend will be filled to the gills again, just as past ones have been. But this weekend? This weekend is an oasis of nothingness. I keep checking my calendar, sure I’m forgetting a wedding or something. But no. I have nothing and no one to factor in. Even Brian is out of town. I have 48 hours completely and utterly free.
Thus the quandary.
I can’t decide if I feel like wallowing in my solitude, maybe starting a craft or household project, or planning something social. I could go the spontaneity route, just doing whatever I feel like whenever I feel like it (wow, is that allowed?). But what if after eight hours of, say, cleaning out our closets (hey, it could happen), I feel the need for some human contact? The odds that anyone will be available without prior booking are not good. On the other hand, making plans somehow defeats the point of a free weekend.
And so it is that I find myself waffling between laying low and ensuring I’m not lonely. And wondering if free time has become such a luxury that I no longer know what to do with it when I get it.
Julie, how well I know the feeling. Each time I have even a few hours to myself, I stuff them with so many things I long to accomplish that I get little done. Doable goals, I need to tell myself. I hope you had a terrific, productive weekend!
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