Last weekend was amazing.
It was one of the most fun weekends I have had in a long time.
And…nothing had been planned in advance.
I mean nothing.
Saturday morning rolled around and my boyfriend was like, “What do you want to do today?” and I was like *shrugs*
“Let’s go get you a bike.” *eyes gleam*
You see, we had been discussing getting me a bike for ages. I technically have a bike, but it’s a vintage Schwinn fixie. I adore it – it was my grandmother’s in the 50s. I fixed a basket on the back and love to ride it to/from the grocery store. It’s great for 1-2 miles of flat road. 5 miles? Forget about it. Hills? NO. WAY.
So we drove up (I recognized the irony immediately) to a bike shop he had heard great reviews about. For those of you who don’t know me, I love bikes. No, I love bikes. I love riding them, reading about them, researching them, talking to other people on the internet about their bikes…I love bikes. So imagine my giddiness when I got to ride multiple bikes around and pick one that fit me perfectly. It was like my own special heaven. After finding the most perfect bike that ever has existed AND talking him down from the obscene price they wanted to charge (I’m a negotiator by nature, I can’t help it), we were off to explore Dallas via geared bikes!
Upon arriving home, we ate a quick dinner and relaxed a bit. The weather was too perfect we just had to take my bike out for the inaugural ride. As the sun was setting, I felt immense bliss.
Then, we literally rode into a road blockade.
“What’s with this?” my boyfriend asked.
“OMG. Did we run into ‘Porchfest‘?!”
Porchfest was a mythical festival I had heard whispered about around Dallas, but I hadn’t been able to find any concrete facts about when/where it was being held. I knew it was a music festival taking place on front porches and I NEEDED TO ATTEND, but then forgot about it.
Until we ran into it. Literally ran right into the thing. I was thrilled!
An amazing band was playing on the front porch of a big beautiful house built in the early 1900s. We jumped off our bikes and began dancing together in the street. There was food, wine, and so many friendly neighbors. Running into something so amazing and yet so unplanned, made me think.
It made me think how grateful I was that I have made a concerted effort in the last few years to not plan out every second of my life.
It made me happy that I give my life room to breathe and have experiences happen naturally.
I give my life white space.
Similar to design theories that a great design has one central idea with a lot of white space to allow that idea to really pop, I’ve found that if I plan one thing on the weekend, other activities come up. Had I planned every second of my weekend, I wouldn’t have had time to take that bike ride and I wouldn’t have accidentally stumbled upon an amazing cultural experience near my neighborhood.
Planning one thing on the weekend gives me a lot more time to dedicate to one event, one thing, one idea. If you feel like doing more or going to another event, you can! If you want to veg out all weekend and relax, you can do that too!
So next time you’re feeling overwhelmed with your weekend plans or have too much going on, just remember the general rule of “leave some white space”.
How do you spend your weekends? Do you like to plan all sorts of events, or are you like me and like to see what comes up?