My Friday was just as any other, with the exception of me waking up ‘on time’ for a change. Perhaps my motivation came from the fact that it actually was a Friday and my day to look forward to two days of what I promised myself would be all leisure, low key…slow motion style.
This summer has been a long one, a fun one despite the great blow up that attempted to undo the good times toward the end. But everything happens for a reason, and ok, I get it. My circle of friends can never be as big as my heart and I better get used to getting used to myself like…on the real. So I’ve skipped the nightlife scene, have taken somewhat of a break from the personal endeavors for the next few weeks and I’ve gotten back to myself. I’m not quite sure exactly what it is but I just don’t have the desire to do the same things I even enjoyed doing at the beginning of this year. Guess that’s what you call growing up.
So instead of spending my Friday afternoon browsing my favorite boutiques for something hot to strut later that night I met up with B at Piedmont for a breezy ride on the back of his scooter. It wasn’t until I actually rode on the back and felt the wind in my hair and ears myself that I understood why it was, on some days, his only escape. We didn’t talk much. Just enjoyed the ride.
After we parted ways I wondered over to the highlands and copped a bar seat at Après Diem. It was such a pretty day that I moved myself, my glass of Semillon Gewurtz and hummus outside to the perfect patio seat. I’m so used to running fast, pushing hard, and working my ass off that it felt awkward just sitting there alone, eating, sipping and doing nothing. I watched my blackberry on the table buzzing and played a game to see how long I could go without picking it up to look at it. Eventually I just stuffed it in my purse dismissing its significance.
I kinda like giving myself permission to take a break and do nothing. Watching the world go and move around me undetected is something I need to do more often. Seems to be a lot more therapeutic than going to the club, getting high and wasted, and hopefully getting my back banged out at the end of the night. Who needs that? I’m so grown and this new shyt I’m on is so fly! Heck yea…low key is definitely the new cool.
I love me.
-black girl.
