When the end of the week rolls around, I find myself gravitating towards the need to bake. More so than when I feel the desire to bake every other day of the week, when I know that on some days it’s just a method of procrastination, or a means of putting off the things I am actually supposed to be doing. I’m totally aware of this procrastination tactic, and I don’t deny it or pretend that’s not what is happening: let’s be serious, when there is a batch of muffins that happens on Tuesday and Wednesday, even though Monday’s muffins are still there waiting, it’s a bit of procrastination. Or stress relief. Sorry Monday muffins.
But Friday and Saturday are a bit of a different story. They’re the story of, it is finally the end of the week, and it’s time to decompress, de-stress and do the things that make me happiest. They’re the story of let’s unwind, press pause and deliver a bit of self-care and self-love for a while. I totally count baking, eating baked goods, sneaking a few chocolate chunks straight from the bag and licking the spoon from mixing the batter, all as self-love.
Sometimes it just takes a little baking. It takes a little baking and muffins and chocolate to help you hit refresh and restart and to come down from summiting one mountain before you start the next. But more than that it is about baking and muffins and chocolate chunks, it’s about finding the thing that helps you safely get down the mountain. Or maybe finding a few things. Finding those few things that can always pull you out of a slump, always get you back on track, (mostly) always get you back to motivated to make things happen.
I’d say for me running is always one of those things, and baking, but pushing through the new year, I’m also trying to re-establish my relationship with those things that always used to make me happy and that I let go. That I let go because I didn’t have time, was too busy, couldn’t fit it in. When really it was that I just wasn’t showing up. Sometimes all you have to do is show up.
You have to show up and start the thing and let the rest happen. You have to get out of your own way, stop letting yourself believe the excuses you know are silly and not believable and then just get going. I hear the excuses and see people getting in their own way, and then realize that if I’m going to work to help someone not be doing this, I can’t be doing it myself.
And so some days I bake the muffins, and some days I do the other things, but every day, I strive to make it about showing up. And sometimes that’s all you need to do. Sometimes that is totally enough.