Time Well Wasted...

A year ago, if you would've asked me what my favorite day of the week was, I would have told you that it was Sunday. I liked Sundays because Sundays meant that I got to get up and go to church with all my friends (I LOVED church), and then spend the rest of the day hanging out and pondering the thoughts that had been stirred while Jamie preached that morning. Sundays were my "deep thought" days, and I marvelled in the developments made in my heart on this particular day of the week. I always had a serious expression on my face on Sundays.

These days, I feel a little differently about my favorite day of the week. These days, I am falling in love with Saturdays. I have found that I have a habit of refusing to make plans for Saturdays, and instead just seeing where the day takes me. Today has been one of my favorites.

I was so tired last night, and fell asleep so quickly, that I actually have no idea what time I went to bed. I woke up for the first time at 8:30 this morning, and decided it would be best to get more sleep. The next time I woke up, it was noon. Awesome.

I stumbled up the stairs a few minutes later, only to encounter a half-conscious Jeremy in the living room. I made us some coffee and we proceeded to waste the next hour on the couch in our pjs watching Nashville public television. Oh glorious Saturdays.

Two hours later, I find myself spending the entire rest of the day in everyone's favorite coffee shop, Fido, located in the one and only Hillsboro Village. And quite an afternoon it has been...

I spent my first hour here just staring. I love when I have enough time to just sit and stare, and let my mind wander wherever it feels necessary. I always feel out of place in here (and yet I still love coming) because these are the type of people that I sometimes I wish I could have been one of. I found myself thinking of the different paths my life could have taken, if it wasn't for the events that have clouded my last five years.

I next thought of how glad I am that I have ended up on the path I am on, and that no matter how many times the turns have seemed too sharp, I still seem to have built a decent life for myself here. I remembered that I am grateful that God has finally given me a job that I see myself keeping for a while, working alongside people that I love to be around and who make me feel that I am very good at what I do. I remembered that I am grateful for the friends that God has gifted me with, people who know the depths of my heart and the darkest recesses, and love me still. I remembered that even when I am at my loneliest and unhappiest, I am still so very blessed. I chose to just sit and remember...

A good book, an amazing grilled cheese, and four hours later, here I still am. What a way to spend a cold, rainy Saturday, lost in the deepest hollows of my mind. I do love Saturdays...