When you’re a working stiff like I am, weekends always feel a little bit like New Years Eve. Full of hope and promise but also painfully unrealistic expectations. My growing list of plans and projects would take the average human a year to get through, but somehow I believe that “the weekend” will imbue me with magical productive powers. That I will become a superhuman martha-stewart-meets-paris-hilton-type who can see every friend I have, check out every band worth seeing and dance all night long then wake up at 7am, make my own nut butter, go for a run and ombre dye an infinity scarf. Needless to say by the time Sunday rolls around, I often feel both spent and disappointed by all I didn’t accomplish.
This weekend was the first real spring weather we’ve had in Toronto this year and to celebrate I tried my best to spend the weekend lollygagging, sauntering & carousing…not a checklist in sight. Some highlights included…
Afternoon wandering with two of my favourite pals. Spent an unreasonable amount of time checking out spider plants and succulents in Roncesvalles, one of my neighborhoods to spend a weekend afternoon in Toronto.
Do I still have a pile of laundry to do? You bet. But I’m feeling okay about that right now. 😉