And in the end, we were all just humans drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
I visited this lake house one weekend and it was a DREAM . All I wanted to do was sit in the backyard and read novels.
I’ve concluded that, this year, all my weekends (except for the
ones many in which I have to and like to work) will be filled with:
- matcha tea
- memorable places
- holding hands
- long walks
- scented candles
- hot baths
- as little social media as possible
And yes, I do think that only love can heal our brokenness. But I think it has to be self-love in the first place. And sometimes, small activities like these, performed alone, might teach us a thing or two about ourselves.
I wrote this post as a response to an email one of you sent me. I hope you’re reading this, R. Breathe. Pay attention to yourself. Read a book. Take a walk outside, surrounded by nature. Enjoy the small things.
Oh, was I supposed to talk about outfits? Yeah…well…who cares how we dress during weekends? It’s our
life weekend, we don’t have to impress anybody ( let’s be honest, many of our outfit choices are influenced by us worrying about what other people will say while we’re wearing them) at least for two days. Let’s wear what makes us feel serene and at peace with ourselves. Such as white everything. Or pajamas. Or that scruffy tee you have since your college years.