Last month we decided to take Sundays off. Sundays have become this little life boat that I end up hurling myself onto and holding onto for dear life. Well, that’s dramatic. My week isn’t a sinking ship but by Sunday I’m in need of a quiet inbox and a day where I don’t have to wear shoes.
Slowly but surely, our Sundays have slowly seeped (retroactively) into Saturday and a real weekend formed. The adjustment reminds me of our trip to Jamaica in 2012. I had a mini panic attack because I didn’t know how to be still or what to do without my laptop. There are times where Adam and I feel the need to defend ourselves if we still want to work a bit during the weekend. It’s still odd to look at my bookshelf filled with unread adventures and know that I could jump in at that very moment.
How do you treat weekday nights and weekends? Do you adhere to a traditional work schedule and use that time to relax/work on personal projects? Do you find yourself working during the weekend to “get ahead?”
*PS If I DO work during the weekend, I schedule my emails to go out Monday morning. It helps keep those two days pretty quiet and sacred.