This past weekend was the French Quarter Festival here in New Orleans. I was planning on going either Thursday or Friday afternoon, or possibly at some time over the weekend. It is a free festival right in the heart of the city, so even stopping by for a little while would be worth my time.
As it happened, I was not able to go at all. Between my own spiritual sharing group on Thursdays (which I love), and the kids activities for the rest of the weekend, I was booked morning, noon and night every day. Michael's opportunity to play basketball on the Hornets' court--Friday afternoon, and Hornets game Friday night. Michael's baseball game--Saturday morning. Grocery shopping that HAD to be done--Saturday afternoon. Isabella's cast party and final performance of the Aristocats--Saturday evening. And all day Sunday, Isabella's school fair. How did we get so overcommitted??? To top it off, Isabella's fair holiday was Monday, so she was home all day and had a friend over.
I want to shout out to the universe my gratitude that I have such a full life. Thank you! But I do need some regular me time too. And that was sorely lacking this weekend. Missing the festival wasn't really that big a deal to me--it was the fact that I had no window of possibility for the choice to go or not to go.
Normally after a stretch like that, it would have taken all of the next just to recover--remember, this is a health blog too! I do have stress and energy issues. Lately a lot of dizziness/vertigo too. But Tuesday morning, I drove my kids to school, looking out the window at all the glorious green in city park, feeling the cool air with my windows down, and made a decision. I am not sitting in the house all day today. If I want a day for me, it doesn't have to be a recovery day. How about just having some fun?
So I took myself down to the French Quarter. It was far better than the festival would have been--no crowds, peaceful, just me strolling. I headed straight for the French Market, since I hadn't been there for years, and I love the far side of the quarter. (Bourbon Street gives the quarter a bad name!) My husband met me for lunch and we ate at the market, watching a Food Network video being made right next to us. Then we wandered through the stalls, picking out gifts for my brother and sister in law whom we are visiting next week.
I was there for only a couple of hours, but it was enough. I was tired. I felt like I got my me time, some fresh air, and I just felt better. As I drove my husband back to his office, he jokingly mentioned a movie, and we veered around and went to the indie movie theatre downtown to see Win Win with Paul Giamatti. So poignant and human and full of love and laughter. A perfect way to end the day. And I'm so glad Victor was there to share it with me.
I have to say that no matter how much "me time" I think I need, I always get over it within a couple of hours and want my family or friends around. I witness all the wonder around me, and sometimes I need to be by myself to take it in, but then I feel lonely with no one to share it with. I love the people in my life.
So thank you universe! This week has truly been a gift.