One thing I love about Samantha is her ability to find joy in the simple things: a weekend away with her man, a good glass of wine, a weekend at the lake. I admire this about her because in today’s “what can you give me?” culture and “look how much bigger my life is than yours!” mentality I think it’s easy to get exhausted and want to one-up everyone we meet. We all want to be a celebrity, we all want a reality show, and we all want to drive fancy cars.
I blame the Kardashians.
So often I find my life complicated: with work, with trying to please everyone in my life, with trying to get my ass to the gym, with trying to answer every single email I possibly can in 24 hours. It's rush, rush, rush. And then I sit in traffic and I get mad….at everything. I am a go-getting, totally busy, career woman and I ain’t got no time for traffic! I am usually stressed out. I usually run myself in to the ground.
And I get exhausted. And then I hate everything. And I go into a hole and I don’t want to hang out with anyone except my dog.
So sometimes, I need to sit down, and like Samantha, enjoy the simple things in life. She reminds me that I need to slow down. She reminds me of the simple things in life that I love:
I believe in getting lost in Barnes and Noble for hours with a cup of coffee and my cell phone on silent.
I believe in wearing my pajamas all day and staying in by a fire on a Saturday night.
I believe in collecting multiple coffee mugs only so I can use more than one during the day.
I believe in going to the beach at night, even when it’s cold. (I live in Atlanta now so I don’t get to do this as often as I like.)
I believe in letting my emails sit in my inbox for a little bit so I can have a long conversation with a dear friend.
I believe in watching Christmas movies on Lifetime even though they are SO ridiculously corny that I can’t handle it sometimes.
When I stop, when I relax, when I recharge and take time for myself I find that life makes more sense. I am more grateful, more welcoming, more in tune with my life and those in it. It’s ok to put down the Blackberry and have a glass of wine. It’s ok to spend a weekend on the couch with a good book. It’s ok to say no to plans on a Saturday night. Life is crazy, it’s busy, and it’s full of things to do. But without a little “you” time, what good are you to the world?
I know Samantha is going to soon-be traveling as I write this, so I hope when she gets home she enjoys some “her” time on her couch, with her man. And if she isn’t, I will probably be doing it for her, because I’m tired, yo!
Somehow I don’t think she will find it difficult to do this.