Some folks anticipate Friday’s arrival and the week’s end. My weekends are pressure cookers. Invariably, a few tasks scheduled during the week remain unfinished and get pushed to Saturday and Sunday, along with other obligations, family dinners, connecting with friends, yard work, laundry, and grocery shopping. They consume the hours meant for generating stories, relaxing, and recharging our batteries. By Sunday afternoon, I can’t wait for Monday’s calm.
The brain doesn’t stop working because the calendar says it is Friday. It is always creating, solving problems, and it demands you pay attention. Finding time to satisfy the creative drive on the weekend is a challenge. I find myself scratching notes on any available scrap of paper, the app on my phone, and trying valiantly to remember to collect them all in my central notebook. Still, I discover stray notes, forgotten at the bottom of my purse. Separating work and play is impossible for me as they both live in the same realm. They are two sides of the same coin.
Can you separate work from play?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer