Addictive

Last week I was busy.

I had lunches planned.

I had a date with Netflix...Reaper to be exact.

I painted.

I enjoyed a baseball game.

And I was exhausted. I, for the first time in a long time, truly needed the weekend to recuperate...but not because of work.

That is a beautiful statement.

I finally have the time to spend time...doing anything I please. Glorious freedom! No restricting chains with binding words of "We may be working on Saturday, but we won't know until Friday." None cutting off my circulation as I stumble into work at 7:30AM, barely seeing the rising sun, only to stumble back out again at midnight, waving to the moon.

I see the sun rise each morning and I see it sitting there waiting to be greeted as I leave. Such joy a ray of sunshine can provide, I don't even mind the traffic.

I think I'm becoming addicted to having a social life. And I like it.