I have been adulting so hard this weekend. I have cleaned out and reorganized two of my scariest closets, did my laundry, canceled my unused credit cards, spent an hour on the phone to fix my internet, exercised, signed up for automatic bill-pay for my mortgage (previously my company wanted me to fax a form in, which I never got around to, but now there’s an online option,) reviewed where my 401k contribution, and went through my clothes to make a pile for goodwill.
It hasn’t been all work and no play, though. I brunched it up my man, met up with a high school friend for dinner and made an amaretto-soaked orange cake. I have also just returned from a three and a half-hour long hike in Rock Creek Park. It was my Labor Day treat to myself. I’ve only wandered on the margins of Rock Creek Park, so it was a delightful surprise to delve a little further, let myself get a little lost, and find that I could feel far away from the city. True, there were no breathtaking vistas or lichen as there would be in the Pacific Northwest, but there were dappled forests and a nice river. It was nature enough to cleanse my soul and leave me feeling rejuvenated.
The clock is ticking – I want to return to my day off, so this is all you are going to get this week, I’m afraid. Happy Labor Day!