(from one of those delicious drink beach days)
I feel like every day is a case of the Mondays, like I can’t get into a routine that sticks so I stay in bed for a half hour after my alarm goes off reading messages on my phone. Now I’m sitting here in makeup and pajamas avoiding thinking about breakfast.
I had this awesome weekend. But they’re always too short. Can we make the weekends a little bit longer?
Or make the week nights feel weekendish. I’m not even sure what that means. Mostly leaving work refreshed and ready for anything, instead of tired after a long day. Plans that aren’t too complicated. Or absolutely no plans at all. What do you weekends look like? For me they’re usually about a meal out or two, driving a lot and hanging out. Or they’re about going things for me, hanging out in Starbucks nursing a drink while I stare at blank pages, write in my journal or read. Sometimes, usually when the weather is a bit cooler and it doesn’t cost to park at the beach, that’s what I do. I drive down there and sit in my car with the windows open and I take pictures out my window and I drink something delicious. (I hate drinking calories but there’s something about an amazing drink that makes me do so occasionally). And I read. Because I can’t really write in my car. Sometimes I daydream. Sometimes I listen to Pandora.
I have nine minutes to get dressed and make/ eat breakfast. This is always the part where I fail.
Someone ought to bring me a Peanut Butter Wonderful iced coffee.