Recently, I shared a laugh with a good friend while discussing her plans for the weekend. “Saturday, I think we might be spontaneous,” she told me, totally serious. “Oh yeah?” I asked, “so you’re making plans to possibly be spontaneous, huh?” I razzed her. It sounded absurd, but I totally get it. Like so many of us these days, life is so full, we actually have to make plans to have a block of time to go where ever the wind blows. Our mental health actually suffers if we don’t have unstructured time to decompress, I’m pretty sure there’s a study somewhere that proves it.
Lately, I’ve been preparing for my weekdays as though I’m going under water. Sunday night I pack up the fridge with all our lunches ready, and dinners prepped for the week. Laundry’s usually clean, but not always folded and put away. When I go to bed after the weekend, I am prepared not to come up for air again until the following Saturday. All that’s required between Monday and Friday is the dishes, and make sure the coffeepot is ready for the following morning. Maybe remember to feed the cats- you know how it is.
So as I return home on Thursday evening and am attempting to assemble dinner with a three-year old who insists on “helping”, I get a phone call from my friend who just heard about a little “sip and shop” at a local vineyard, tonight only. “What d’ya think?” she asks, “Wanna go?” Mind you, I’m still holding my breath- after all it’s a week night, technically I’m still “under water”, I haven’t blogged yet, I have no clean pants for tomorrow, my husband had to log back in to work as soon as he walked in the door. All of this is spinning in my head, yet this was an opportunity to do something fun and out of the ordinary with my friend during the holidays, on her birthday, no less!
“Let’s go- I’ll meet you there at 7,” I said, and I’m so glad I did. I got there before she did, and I soaked in the stars and the bright moon while I waited in the parking lot. The night air was so crisp, and it felt great on my face. We met up and went inside, got a nice glass of red, and poked around at all the local, handmade goods for sale. We sat on the couch and just chatted for a while- something we haven’t done in a long time. All in all, a short but sweet evening- a perfect holiday memory, and if I had allowed myself to stay stuck in the swing of the work week, I would have missed it.
Meg, I thank you for the reminder of what’s important- taking the opportunity to stop and take a deep breath. Because that’s what the holidays are really all about, these moments that come and go so quickly. Thank you for allowing me to be present- I needed that. We’ll have to make another date to be spontaneous again, soon!