YOU GUYS. This weekend. THIS weekend. It was the definition of great.
The only thing that could have completed this weekend would have been being in Austin and seeing Ryan Gosling at Fun Fun Fun Fest. (And all you Austin peeps? Thanks a lot for making me consistently jealous all weekend long with your #fx3 tweets...One of you better at least have gotten a picture of him with his shirt off!)
It was one of those weekends that is so fun I don't even think to pull out my camera and snap a picture of the moment. So sadly no...I have no pictures to show you guys.
This weekend achieved what I thought was the impossible - it snapped me out of my funk. Alas, lately (I feel like it has been months, I've lost track) I've been in a giant funk. One moment I'm sad, the next I'm kicking myself for being sad when I have so many things in my life to feel blessed about, then the very next moment I'm staring off into space thinking about mistakes, regrets, and worrying about the future.
I'm one of those people who believe in regrets. I can think to myself, "Live life with no regrets!" but that's a bit of a pipe dream to me. Is it really possible to live without regrets? I certainly don't believe so. I believe in regrets, and I of course believe in learning from those regrets. All of my mistakes in judgment have changed me, and I like to think made me a better person. This weekend snapped me back to reality by making me recognize one vital thing - I've been letting my regrets own me, instead of owning them. Instead of thinking over and over moments I wish I could go back and change, I need to still recognize my past mistakes, but only keep them in mind to make sure I never make such a mistake again.
I'm happy that I had my little epiphany this weekend so that I can start out my Monday morning with a fresh new perspective. I hope you all had a wonderful weekend yourselves. And thank you everyone who wished us a happy anniversary! Our original plans for going to the Arboretum were kind of ruined with the weather today, so Drew and I settled on a giant lunch and then a movie at iPic theaters in Allen (the place where I hope to die one day. I think I would leave this world quite contently curled up in their big, orange lounge chairs with blanket and glass of wine in hand. Apparently these are the thoughts I have in movie theaters...). EVERYONE GO SEE PUSS IN BOOTS.
And yes. Drew and I are 24 going on 8.
3 comments:
This weekend was amazing here, too! So glad you can start the week fresh and rejuvenated :)
I think, the thing with regrets is, you might say "I wouldn't have done that if I were to do it again". However, you'll have to acknowledge that given the level of experience, knowledge and maturity level back then, that was probably the best conclusion you came to back then. Regrets aren't as bad if you acknowledge that you did your best but now you know better.
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