Weekend Edit

Just go with the flow…

Glamazon Maxi (similar here) | Vintage Belt (similar here) | Misano sandals (similar here and here) | Sunglasses similar here
Photos by Jenelle from Inspiring Wit

Recently, my weekends have been causing me a bit of pain – tears have been shed and a whole bunch of insecurities started to surface. It took a few little break downs for me to realise just how ridiculous I was being, and that I was causing myself a lot of distress purely because of the ideas and expectations I had in my head. I am always the first to tell people to not build up their expectations, but I couldn’t take my own advice. The strings were strung tight, and I had totally forgotten how to enjoy my weekends properly. Defining my weekends on everything but my own happiness meant I was leaving the door wide open for disappointment. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but somehow I had managed to lose sight of the key elements required to enjoy my weekends.

The fundamental basis of a ‘good weekend’ is that it is relaxed, carefree and spent doing the things you most enjoy. This weekend just gone, I made some big improvements. I thought about me, what I wanted to do and when I wanted to do it – and I didn’t once have any regrets. I went slippery sliding in the sun, I watched trashy movies sprawled out on the couch, I spent time exploring the back streets of Mt Lawley (which, by the way, I suggest you do. The hidden art is incredible!), I enjoyed some beverages with friends and I spent two mornings in a row at Mary St Bakery (in case you haven’t worked it out, it is one of my favourite cafes!). Saturday morning’s Mary St visit I spent with Jenelle talking all things blogging (and then shooting this mini post), Sunday I spent with two of my friends discussing how we were going to attack what was left of our weekend.

I must say, we definitely attacked the remainder of our weekend… but that is a story for another time!

The chance to do these things for me took a huge weight off my shoulders. I wasn’t trying to impress anyone, or define my time by anyone else’s time. I was just being me, and it felt so good to be back there!

Have you ever found yourself in a similar situation?


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