Saturdays are good for the soul. I look forward to them all week-long, because they are the day I try to schedule nothing but time with the real people in my life. Real, meaning, people who are not my clients, co-workers, or employers.
Two days ago was a soul Saturday. For starters I didn’t set an alarm, which is a real luxury. After a somewhat eventful drive to Colorado Springs with tree boughs on the interstate and getting lost as usual, I met with an old mentor and friend, and we caught up on about eight month’s worth of stories and laughs over lunch. She is an exceptional person, and I never stop learning from her experience and wisdom. Also, she’s having a baby soon, and she’s one of those glowing, pregnant ladies. I am real lucky to have people like Tammy speaking into my life who love the person I am but inspire greater things in me; I wish someone like that in every young person’s life.
Then there was date time, for which we had two rules: no talking about work, and have enjoyable fun. We owned date day with our agenda-less agenda. He likes to tease me about making plans (since I’m extra good at being Type A), and I appreciate that he is one of the most calm and laid-back guys I’ve ever met. Days like Saturday-which involved a slow stroll in the sun, beers and people watching, delicious dinner, family birthday tiramisu, and perusing through childhood collections and memories of growing up-remind me of how good it can be to let go of the plan, especially when you do that with someone who is a whole lot cooler than yourself. Yep, I’m a big fan of Rick.
Ah. Soul Saturdays.