Monday, September 7, 2009
A Labor Day escape.
photo taken by Ryan
My soon-to-be mother-in-law said over the weekend, "I just love watching little kids play outside. That's what they're supposed to do. Go play outside."
And we're all a little jealous, of course, of little kids running around the yard without a care in the world. Their biggest worries involve crayons and pencil sharpeners and whether they'll get the good swing at recess that day. The back of their mind isn't cluttered with random thoughts of hellish commutes, the cable bill, making it through the work week sane and alive.
photo taken by Murdo
Enter three-day weekends. Thank the Powers that Be for the invention of three-day weekends. It might be the end of summer as we know it, but for 72 glorious hours, worries are no more. This is especially true when many miles away from dirty dishes, unpaid bills, the fluorescent lights of the office, or even a single bar on a cell phone screen. If you can, I strongly urge you to take every three-day weekend as an opportunity to escape and go play outside.
And let me tell you. Escaping is the best way to recharge and open fresh eyes and really appreciate the simple things once again. Because sometimes they can get clouded by negativity throughout the week, as I've come to realize. But I've learned to look through a new lens over the weekend, and I'm ready for whatever the rest of the week, the month, and everydaylife has to throw at me.