Welcome to my second ever Coffee Talk (you can read my first here - ‘My First Coffee Talk + Exciting News’).
Now this coffee talk is a little odd for me because usually when I work on my blog I have a coffee in hand, but not this time, this time I have water. My reason for this is I’ve embarked on a health journey restart (read it here - ‘Restarting My Health Journey (Again)’) and one of my goals is to stick to one coffee a day. Since I am writing this blog post in the afternoon, my one coffee a day was many hours ago.
My reason for this coffee talk is simple, I read a quote this weekend that was about cherishing the slower days, the slower weekends, and I really wanted to share it with you. It read..
‘It’s ok if every weekend doesn’t lead to big moments and campfires and laughter that carries on for hours and hours. Some weekends might be quiet, still, with plenty of room to contemplate. And in that contemplation room, there is room to grow. So hold those weekends dear. Don't see them as less or as threats to more exciting times. There is beauty and truth even in the seemingly mundane’. - Morgan Harper Nichols
For some reason it really struck a nerve in me. For months now I have been experiencing very slow, intimate weekends with me, myself and I. During these weekends I can find myself sometimes feeling lonely, sorry for myself and a little lost, but now when I look back upon them I had so much growing room, so much space to do whatever it was that day that made me happy. Whether it was sleeping in, watching girly movies, dancing around the house for no reason, I found moments that were not life changing, but still fed my soul.
Not every weekend throughout our lives is going to be filled with to-do’s, places to be, people to see, so when the slower weekends are upon us, I truly feel it is important to cherish them all the same. Even in moments of not much to do, there is power, there is growth.
I believe that we, on our wholesome own, can fill our own heart up all by ourselves until it overflows. Cheers to enjoying the slow days, the seemingly mundane, for any day that we are alive, and our heart is beating, is important.
All my love,