A few weeks ago, I made a promise to myself, and the promise was this: I will have a weekend.
I have been working myself into the ground since I arrived here and have spent every weekend so far surrounded by piles of planning, marking, filing, admin and so on. In short, I haven’t had a weekend. The furthest I have ventured out is to the laundry room.
But no more.
A few weeks ago there was a Bluegrass Festival in town. I went. Really. I left the apartment, left behind the planning, and had some fun. And it was great. I listened to banjos playing, walked downtown, enjoyed the sunshine, saw friends, and my trusty cowgirl boots were right at home.
The fact that this happened a few weeks ago and I am only just getting to writing about it now lets you know that my day off was a rare occurrence. But, it happened.
Here’s to it happening more often…!