When someone asks what I did this weekend, I won’t be able to point to any particular accomplishment. I didn’t finish any project, read a book, run a race, or really do anything notable.
This weekend I spent time with family and friends, fed and nourished my stomach and my soul, enriched my brain, and had fun. I didn’t accomplish anything in particular, but I got a lot done. Life was happy. I am happy. Isn’t that enough?