"Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are… Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow." ~Mary Jean Iron
This past weekend was the first one in over a month when I did not go anywhere and did not have anything big planned. My month of May saw Vegas, Colorado, and Costa Rica. Then last weekend was the big North/South football game. All of that stuff was super exciting. I mean once in a lifetime, bucket list, great experience kind of exciting. And it was great.
But I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't ready for a weekend of normal. A weekend without having to lug a suitcase around or pack for another trip or be on a plane and a car. A weekend of not wearing heels or worrying about what dress I was going to wear to dinner or trying to get to a restaurant or airport on time.
On Saturday, I slept in and then went to spin class (where the crazy nazi spin lady tried to kill me...I usually burn about 500 calories in a class....Saturday I burned 750!). I did some laundry and cleaned out my fridge. I listened to my iPod and caught up on emails. Then I hit up the grocery store, watched some Friends and made dinner. I spent the evening doing some blogging and talking on the phone and reading a book.
Sure, it's not jet setting around the world. It's not crazy family weddings in Vegas. I didn't check a single item off of my bucket list. But I loved it. I had a wonderful, boring, normal weekend.
My friend Yoga Master (who just got back from her amazing wedding in Sonoma and honeymoon in Hawaii!) posted on her facebook status that she was glad to have some downtime, and said, "I love my normal." I couldn't agree more.
It's easy to be happy and be thankful when things are exciting. But it's just as important--maybe even more so--to be thankful when things are normal. I'm happy to say that I love my normal.
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