Reflections on a lazy day off.

Sometimes, on those rainy days where I finally get an excuse to spend a day at home doing nothing besides eating, napping and watching TV – you know, the ones that you are just your lazy self, no plans, no intentions on going anywhere (unless there’s no food in the house), catching up on series and movies, or just playing XBox and reading – without having anyone to judge for wishing your life away because ‘God forbid I waste a day doing nothing with such a wonderful life waiting!’. Familiar with the feeling?

Yes, me too.

Truth is, I work in hospitality. My days are spent running between the two properties I manage, keeping staff in good spirits, guests happy and making sure the potential big problems don’t happen because action plans are in place in case something big goes down. Not that this always works – when you get to a certain point in your life, you always have to be counting on the plans b and c to be right up your sleeve, ready to salvage whatever they can for the day.

In the meantime, I have to always have a prepared justification for this and that for the big bosses in case I get a surprise question. I have an unhappy guest and I constantly try to think up of two or three options to give them in case I cannot solve the issues straight away. I go on with my projects and try to deliver them on time. I deal with my own restless nights and coffee infused mornings because sometimes, the sun just isn’t shining the way it should.

Needless to say, my home is the the place where I get out of the working suit, put on my PJ’s and try as hard as I can not to reply to my emails unless they’re urgent, take hot showers to clear my head. Wipe the signature smile of my face and get on with my things.

I am a customer service minded person. Besides the curtain orders, team motivation meetings, finance and budgeting and all that comes with my job, I am, in simple, a person that likes to host, make sure others are happy and well looked after. My days are so filled with other peoples’ problems that coming home is what a Yoga class must feel like to a free spirited person.

So, excuse me if 4 out of 6 times, I just want to be with myself.

As I get older, I see more and more these motivational phrases that life is to be enjoyed, don’t be at home all the time… I get it; we only in this earth once. We have to make the most of it.

But I believe a balance is needed. You don’t have to go out every weekend to prove to others and yourself that you are making the most of it.

You are allowed to have days for yourself. Days where you put music on and clean the bathroom on your underwear. Days where you move from the bed to the couch.

And that is okay. I mean, if all your off days are like this, sure, you should see someone because you might be suffering from a more emotional issue. But in a balanced way… You are fine. It is fine.

I am not sure if it is because I am entering the 30’s soon – yikes! But a lot of my friends are making a point of showing how great they are at living life. Every weekend, no exception, they will be posting a very motivational picture with a life changing quote and very creative hashtag, But you know what? I bet they are doing this in their home clothes eating a bowl of pasta.

Some days you get up and go for a run in the park, other days the most productive thing you will do is bake a cake. Some times you will be super productive and go on a city break, new restaurant, a play and you will feel very cosmopolitan. Other days it will be a victory to know if you washed your face or not in the morning. And that is fine.

Days for yourself are okay. We all need to recharge. Don’t be afraid to waste a few days doing something you love alone just because it isn’t seen as socially worthwile. As long as it is valuable to you, to your state of mind, it is enough.

Enjoy the days off!glfcydo

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The National @ Alexandra Palace, London

At last 14th of November arrived. I had just worked a night shift and 3pm was as foggy for me as a 6am would be on any other day. But hey, I had a concert to go to and nothing was going to stop me.

I finally got to see The National live. And boy, what a concert it was. It’s one thing to see the Youtube videos, but being there was incredible. First of all, it is one of those bands that never, but ever, leaves my playlists on my phone. It somehow speaks to me on a crowded train ride home after a 12hour shift.

Before The National stepped the stage This is Kit warmed us up with their soothing banjos and music. I had never heard anything by them before, but I have already some tracks on Spotify in line to listen. They were a calm and relaxing band with beautiful sounds. There was even some whisteling in some songs.

As for The National, they started with Don’t Swallow The Cap from the new album and from there they gave 20 something more songs from the previous albums. Matt gave a stunning performance on Squalor Victoria and I Need My Girl was dedicated to his wife as it was her birthday (‘Someone call her and tell her I did this‘ – he joked). Sorrow, Graceless and England were just beautiful and the guitars and piano were spot on! They had a quartet with them to help them in anthems like Fake Empire – which closed the set.

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Encore started with Exile Vilify followed by a blasting Mr November. I was actually trying to call a friend at this point – being one of his favourite songs by them – when my roommate suddenly grabs me as Matt jumps to the middle of the audience and he was literally in front of me surrounded by eager people trying to touch him. I got to hold his hand and, my friends, I was shaking. Eventually he made it back to the stage where the strings for Terrible Love were already sounding. Ah…. how I love that song. If I had thought that had been a magical moment I wasn’t prepared for what followed. They ditched the microphones and started singing Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks. At this point you can only hear the guitars and the audience singing their hearts out echoing throughout the whole Alexandra Palace. I had shivers the whole time. I didn’t even had words to describe it afterwards and even now all I can think is: what a moment it must be for a band to hear their fans singing like they were singing one of their songs last night…..

I can almost forgive them for not playing About Today – one of my favourites.

They can come again, I will go again.

Claudia

Danny Elfman’s Music From the Films of Tim Burton

I can´t believe I was not able to get tickets for this. It was presented last year through an email from Royal Albert Hall, but between remembering and going online to buy it, it got sold out – not a newsflash for London events.

Hope you people got a chance to go. If so, I am hoping it was as brilliant as I was expecting it to be.Danny-Elfman-l

From your (slightly jealous) friend

Claudia