It feels good to have a weekend earned again. That’s not to say I didn’t do anything today, I did work the first thing upon awakening. Yet, I felt I made myself a day of rest, and I had earned it. I started my job last week and I chewed through everything they threw at me. Getting into the flow of just working again was rejuvenating, I felt like I handle everything in a state of commitment and contribution.
Yet, as fulfilling as working can be, it did feel good to rest for a time after, and to have recognition of how good it felt to hit the ground running. I started, and I finished. I began and I earned. I rest, and I prepare, looking forward to beginning again.