The Weekend Slow Down
(Trapped In A Weekend Rut) I found my happy place this morning. Lately, it’s been missing. Most days lurking just within reach but not quite comfortable.
It turns out it was at the Saturday produce markets. Of course my happy place would be hanging out wherever a little bit of culture could be found. I should have known.
Slowing down and un–winding at the markets had not been my plan for the weekend. Twenty-four hours ago my plan had been the same as it is most weekends. The routine of getting up early, enjoying a quick coffee and hitting the study books to maximise my time and kick some goals is usually how it goes. It has become the norm, so much so that when people ask how my weekend was, it takes me a moment to remember what I actually did.
You could say I’m trapped in a bit of a weekend rut. I’m sure you know how that goes, being stuck in a rut. The burden of being required to do certain things because they have to get done, but never really wanting to do them. The problem being that because you don’t really want do them, nor appreciate them, it never really feels like you accomplish much of anything.
Luckily for me and my happy place, I came across two interesting snippets of information yesterday that helped me forge a new perspective. As I was reading Sophie Hansen’s ‘Friday List’ from Local Is Lovely, she reminded me that the local North Sydney Grower’s Market was happening. And sow the seed was planted (pun intended), because, how I do love the markets and a little adventure!
The second snippet was this article from Blog Society, another great resource I’ve been reading lately. She simply summed up how I’ve been feeling about being trapped in a weekend rut. It being something that comes with working full time and studying a degree whilst sustaining a relationship and attempting to create a fulfilling lifestyle.
Because, as I’m sure you know, it turns out that once you have a finger in too many pies, you find yourself being pulled in so many directions that you can’t quite decide which pie is your favourite. No less which pie you really want to choose. I mean please, I want to have my pie and eat it too. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for, do you?
With my sights set firmly on the markets, the sultry allure of a vibe that fosters creativity, awakens the wanderer inside and offers the chance to discover something new, I decided to follow the words of Blog Society and let myself take a break. I remembered that my body and soul needs a rest too.
And guess what happened; I found my happy place!
There was live music, fresh cut flowers, crisp French pastries, and crates of over-flowing colourful produce all wafting in the aroma of roasted coffee beans. For me, the Saturday markets was a little bit of paradise in the midst of everyday surrounds.
I toted my big woven basket bought specially for this kind of produce foraging and stocked up on my favourite organic lemon myrtle soap, some lovely blooms to lighten up the dining table and picked up some specialties for a creative and inspired weekend dinner.
But mostly, I just sat.
I sat, and I smiled, and I took it all in. I revelled in the moment and the beauty of life, appreciating that it was all a part of my life. I let myself enjoy the weekend in its purest form, the way it should be.
Naturally, it helped that the strums of a flamenco guitar could be heard in the background that was later joined by an electric fiddle. It gave the setting a unique gypsy vibe, something that’s often found in abundance in places like Byron Bay but not always so easily found in the busy hustle of Sydney city.
Suddenly the creative juices were flowing. The priorities seemed to organise themselves. The decisions no longer difficult, and the tasks no longer arduous. I returned home with a spring in my step to the beat of some sexy salsa, my tummy full of delicious food, a little sunshine by way of a bunch of gorgeous yellow sunflowers, and brimming with fresh resolve.
>>> Do you find yourself trapped in a weekend rut every now and then?
>>> What do you do to ‘get away’ and live in the moment?