This bank holiday weekend was plan-free. Which meant that alarms weren't a requirement, breakfast for dinner was perfectly acceptable and catch up's with a few friends were breezy and light. The hot/grey weather shifts weren't wrecking plans and I very gladly spent hours and hours indoors and the usual missing out on all the going on's was not a thing. As outgoing as I am, I crave alone time quite often- a check and balances thing, I'm sure.
Saturday morning though, I woke up nervous — applications that are pending, travel arrangements, courses, everything and anything— my plan at the time was to call Joanne and basically just cry (ha, the drama!) but then I got outside for a walk and saw a family carrying a breakfast basket (not too dissimilar from above). It immediately brought me back to a trip to Vuurtoreneiland in the Netherlands. Something about the muggy air, the grey skies and those memories made things feel better. So thank you Lighthouse Island for coming through to save a few tears.
Now though, as I am soon to be out the door to spend the next two weeks cooped up with another lovely lady for work, I've realised how much I loved soaking up the pieces of alone time this past weekend.
This quote about solitude by Cheryl Strayed hit such a chord with me. : ''Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren't a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.''
Like hitting the ultimate reset button.
Images from the loveliest pinch-me-is-this-real weekend with Ajda in the Netherlands from a few years ago. Hope you had a lovely weekend friends!