mental note: must slow down more.
It’s Sunday and I woke up feeling so clear. And calm. Which is a sweet treat after the last couple of weeks. I got some solid sleep and woke up feeling motivated to get shit done. But not in that anxious buzzy kinda way where I’m trying to do 10 things at once. In a very chill, flowy kinda way.
I wanted to do laundry and realized that I had no quarters, so at 7am I meandered over to the laundromat to trade in my ten dollar bills for quarters. Then I really wanted fresh eggs and bread and cheese for breakfast, so I strolled on over to the farmers market to make that happen. I knew my friend was coming by later, so I cleaned my apartment and watered some plants and saged (always more sage, please!). Then I made a delicious…whatttt… farm to table breakfast and felt very cute and accomplished with that (girl breakfast anyone, mhmm). And now I’m here on my couch writing this blog, the smell of sage still wafting behind me. And all of this before 11am.
It’s so interesting to me. Every time I’m rushing against the clock, time goes by so FAST. And usually in those moments, I’m an anxious mess. And then whenever I’m just taking my time, slowing down, talking to people, quite literally stopping to smell the flowers - time goes so SLOW. In the best way. Have you ever noticed that?
Mental note: must slow down more.
I think another reason I’m feeling so clear is because I’m taking a breather from alcohol. I went to a friend's birthday last night and didn’t drink, and the feeling of coming home sober is my absolute favorite. Driving home in my mustang with the top down looking out at the stars and the sliver of the moon, magic. Coming home and journaling, making some tea, and watching some New Girl, completely content - loved it. Getting into bed by 10pm and sleeping so well, can’t beat that. And then it always reminds me of WHY I cut out alcohol in the first place. It reminds me that I am strong enough to be sober in social situations and that I actually have more fun when I’m not drinking (shocker). The best perk of being sober - remembering everything!
Not to say that I won’t ever drink again (I do love me a glass of crisp, cold chardonnay on a summer day), but it just doesn't have to be so often. And I want to remember how clear I feel on Sunday mornings like these. How strong I feel mentally and physically. Because that feels like true power to me.
