Free weekend? What?

Most of the time I'm running from point A to point Q, with a zillion steps in between, just trying to keep up with life. Part work, part family, lots of weddings, etc. This weekend, however, I had no plans. Both days were completely beautiful, and all I wanted to do was sleep, clean, eat, and and watch Veronica Mars. All in the comfort of my cozy living room.

Feeling lazy, I agreed to drive my brother to work Saturday afternoon, and I saw all the people out having fun: couples walking along in the sunshine, kids riding their bikes and skateboards, groups sitting out on patios drinking beers and laughing. I wasn't doing any of that, felt sorry for myself, and tried to appreciate it by proxy or something.

I went to the grocery store so I could say I did something productive with my day. When I parked, my CD played the song "The Pretender," and I lost it in my car. Pit party, gross. Got it together, went in the store, and sang to myself as I walked around getting the basics. One of the workers smiled and said hi, so of course I smiled back and said Hi there! He came closer and said, "I want to know your secret. Every time I see you in here, you're smiling wide. Always happy. So? You gonna tell me?" I replied, "Just optimism! That's all I got."

He really made my day. Not to mention a slew of ridiculous upbeat texts from Kurt while I was in the store. Thanks, buddy.

Let's face it. I'm a social creature. If I don't have friend or family entertainment built in to a free day's plans, I'm probably going to stay home and eat watermelon with Will & Grace. I wish I were out exploring the city on my own, but that's not how I operate. I would NEVER make it on a deserted island.