The Best Sunday & The Importance of Girl Time

I don’t get real honest-to-goodness girl time that often because, honestly, I just don’t have that many close girlfriends.

I definitely could. I’ve met so many great women here in Boulder over the last year and a half, but I need to be more consistent at checking in and making plans and investing time in their lives and in those relationships. I think it’s something I’ll always be working on.

So when my friend texted me last week about coming over for a little birthday brunch celebration, I said yes almost immediately and no to anything else than popped up after that. Yes.That little word feels like a big action sometimes, but some of the best things in my life have come from making that commitment to myself and to other people, so I’m trying to use it more often.

Early on Sunday morning before the get together, I headed to my favorite South Boulder trail for a 5-mile run. It was overcast and chilly enough for a long sleeve, which is my favorite kind of running weather. After a little walk/jog of trying to shake the soreness from my legs, I headed home, got cleaned up, and made it to my friend’s house around 9:30 a.m. for her birthday! When I walked in, one friend was already there and the birthday girl shouted,“Lindsay! Ohhh so good to see you!”

I used to work with her at Rapha and don’t see her nearly as often as I want to.

“Happy birthday!!” I smiled so big and said back as I gave her flowers and then each one of them a huge hug.

She had just moved into this teeny tiny tiny home and I immediately fell in love with the space. Its giant windows and lofted ceilings helped flood the room with the moody weather’s grey morning light. Her aging window sills were lined with colorful flowers, green leafy plants hung and sat in each corner of the room, and shiny silver pots hung from staggered hooks on the wall next to her stove. What I would do to live in a place like this, I thought.

A few minutes after I walked in, we started brewing coffee and mixing up pancake batter filled with fresh blueberries and chopping up strawberries and bananas as toppers. The sweet smell filled up her place the second the doughy cakes hit the cast iron skillet. I poured myself a cup of French press coffee and watched the steam dance above the brim of my mug. I wanted to cry; these are the moments I miss and cherish and absolutely need in my life.

Between sips and bites, we caught up on each other’s lives, gossiped a little, talked about all the boys we loved and loathed and left behind. We talked about work and school (all three of us are going back!).

One of my friends took a sip of her coffee, crossed her leg over the other and looked me right in the eyes. “Lindsay, how are you? Tell me what’s going on with you.”

When you don’t have girl time like this for so long, sometimes it feels like no one genuinely cares about your answer to that question. Like it’s small talk. But my friend did, and it felt so good. And I wanted to know about her life, too. I wanted to know when she moved to this cute little house and how her job was going. I wanted to hear all the details of her recent trip to London and Girona; what she wore, what she saw, where she ate, what the old churches smelled like.

Could you just imagine living there?” we dreamed together.

Girl stuff.

The little details like this are what you miss when you’re absent, so I’m trying to be more present for these people who helped give me my life back when I moved to Boulder.

A bit later two more friends showed up and joined in on our belly laughs and life updates. I didn’t want the morning to end, but around 12:30 p.m., a few of us had to get going, so we said our goodbyes and I walked out into the cool afternoon with a heart overflowing with joy and a huge smile on my face.

An hour or so later the sun broke through the clouds and drenched Boulder in golden sunlight. H.E.A.V.E.N. I was just wrapping up some meal prep for the week, so I threw on my trail running shoes and headed out for a little forest bathing. (I live less than half a mile from the mountain trails, which I feel so insanely lucky for.)

That sounds so woo-woo, doesn’t it? But it’s a real thing. Spending time in nature, separated from traffic and the city and, honestly, concrete pavement floods my system with endorphins. It can instantly put me in a better mood or at least shake a bad one.

I woke up feeling a little under the weather this morning (bummer) but extremely grateful and so happy for this weekend. I needed it so badly.

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