This weekend, I have not worked. Well, not at my business. Well, not if you don't count that I wrote eight pages in my journal while sitting on a rock by the lake today and that at least two of the eight pages will later become an essay and show up on my company web site around October.
It didn't feel like work. It felt like sitting in the sun drinking coffee on a beautiful day. (I feel simply naked if a pen is not in my hand at that moment.)
I made a little observation about me and my habits lately: I run at full speed, then crash, recover, tell myself I need to learn something, and do it all over again. :-)
So today, I clipped my garden pots, added to my "little house with a garden" and "cabin" picture collection. Jogged. Ate an ice cream bar for lunch. Found a bunch of old recipes I had stuffed once in a cabinet - researched how to make meatballs, which I will attempt next.
This week, I also had two lunches and two dinners with friends. And by Saturday, I felt great for it.
That's one week. Personal life survived the weekdays. Professional life successfully barred from the weekend.
It will be months, maybe years before I see if this time I actually learned something. But it's fun trying to find out...
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