What Weekends Are For

I have this really destructive habit that involves me, my computer, and hours and hours of endless working.  Actually… it’s not really working.  It’s me, sitting in front of my computer, convincing myself  that I’m working late into the night when in reality, I’m just sitting in front of my computer refreshing Twitter while simultaneously flipping through Instagram on my phone.

It is destruction.

I stop being a productive computer worker when I hit hour four.  Anything after that is a half productive mixture of work, social media, and intense gummy bear snacking.

I’m trying to find a solution.  I’m trying to be more productive than.  I’ve set high standards for myself, and hanging out on Facebook isn’t really going to get me where I want to be.

Something dawned on me,  maybe working less will actually help me work more.  Does that make sense?  Of course it does.  People are totally doing this…  I just have my fingers crossed that it will work for me.  I’m trying to create a bit of a weekend for myself.  My weekend may not necessarily be a Saturday and Sunday situation, but I’m trying to make some space and time when I’m not in front of the computer typing ingredient measurements into a Word document.

Weekends are for biscuit brunch:  out on the town or out of your oven.  

Think about this:  cinnamon rolls without the hustle and bustle of yeast and resting.  Cinnamon rolls meets cinnamon-sugar toast meets amazing biscuit madness!  I’d like to introduce you to Biscuit Cinnamon Rolls.

I will never stop singing the praises of these Caramelized Onion and Mushroom Biscuits.  I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again: they amaze!  If you were to put a fried egg and melty Guryere cheese on these biscuits… I’d come over, we’d get married, I’d move in, and that’s the end of that.

Weekends are for quality (non-internet) reading!

Currently reading:  The Age of Miracles and Heads in Beds.

The Age of Miracles is a coming of age/beautifully strange apocalypse story told from the perspective of a twelve-year-old girl.  Supreme!

Heads in Beds is a hotel industry tell-all.  I am learning sooo many things about what the valet dudes really do to my car.  Yea… for serious.

Weekends are for time with friends.

And guacamole and pink champagne.  Thank you for the visit, Gaby!

Weekends are for a little splurge.  

I happen to be a fan of the gummy bear sugar splurge.  It’s a personal preference.

This jar is a test in willpower and cavity prevention.

Weekends are for rest and inspiration.  

I just need to remind myself frequently.  The recharge is necessary.

The new GATHER Journal is stunning.  Full of inspiration.

I hope your weekend is restorative and full of grace.  xo to you!

Ps.  Don’t make me show you the gummy bear jar at the end of the weekend.  It will be awesome/shameful.