I sometimes feel guilty when I’m asked what I did over a weekend, and I honestly have nothing earth-shattering to report…I used to feel bad about it, but now I only feel somewhat sheepish that I didn’t really do anything “of note” and that I don’t feel bad about it at all. I almost feel like I need to apologize for enjoying the fact that I didn’t spend the weekend skydiving or running from one event to another.
My weekends are filled to the brim with things that I love and enjoy…but in trying to explain to someone what I did to pass the time sometimes sounds…boring. If that’s the case, I embrace boring. This was my boring weekend: