This past weekend was absolutely beautiful. It was the first true ‘spring’ weekend here on Hill Street, and it was long overdue. After the coldest winter in over 20 years, we have been dreaming of sunny, breezy days for quite a while. Friends of mine went to weddings, on camping adventures, hikes and bike tours and they enjoyed cocktails on their decks, picnics at the park and baseball games in the sun.
I, on the other hand, spent my weekend indoors. This is what living through a DIY renovation is really like. It’s a story of four walls in disrepair that you must spend all of your days inside of. I live vicariously through my friends much more exciting lives via texts and facebook posts. I remember weekends, long ago, where the biggest decision was what party to attend and who would drive. I miss our standing Friday happy hour date, fun-filled Saturdays spent mountain biking and hanging with friends. Sunday’s were always my favorite, whether it be a lazy day watching football or a Sunday-funday on the outdoor patio of our favorite watering hole. Those carefree times seem like ages ago.
In the meantime, I will trade in my party heels and beaded skirts for sweatpants and sports bras. I will find happiness in productivity. I’ll enjoy the process. I’ll earn my beers. And I’ll take comfort in the fact that all this elbow grease and sweaty labor will pay off beautifully. I’m creating something. I’m making a difference. I’m a do-er. And one day I’ll be a finisher. But getting there isn’t easy – that’s what makes it admirable. And in the end, that’s what makes it worth it.
This is the new Saturday.