Weekends can be such a conundrum. I am like the majority of people in the way that my weekdays go like this:
7:30am – Wake up.
7:45am – Actually muster up enough motivation to get out of bed and get ready for work.
8:30am – Begin my daily commute. Curse at traffic uncontrollably. Ponder why it takes years to complete certain road construction projects.
9:00am – Begin a long day of phone calls, spreadsheets, reports, and other mindless tasks.
5:00pm – Rush out the door with visible relief that I get to leave. Repeat morning traffic situation.
5:45pm – Arrive home, exhausted, frustrated, as afternoon traffic is TERRIBLE.
Then I usually go for a run, make some dinner, blah blah blah. Wash, rinse, repeat. This is how I spend ten hours a day, five days a week. Usually during this time I am daydreaming about what art endeavors I want to tackle in the upcoming weekend. Those two precious days are the only ones I have to myself, to do what I want to do, all day long.
Then the weekend arrives and sometimes all I want to do it laze around, unwind, read books, watch a TV show, talk on the phone. And it makes me feel so guilty, because it’s like I’m not taking advantage of the days. But is that such a bad thing? After spending 50 hours of the last five days doing something that I honestly do not want to be doing, a little unwinding is normal right? I mean art never feels like work; it exhilarates me and makes me buzz and smile. Ugh, that guilt is just getting the best of me today, because I have been on the couch reading for oh the past three hours. If only every day was like a weekend…
Enough of that rambling. I did make it out to Franklin Park Conservatory yesterday to take some more summery pictures. Camera adventures are something I can’t get enough of lately. Some delicious summery inspiration:
Can’t believe tomorrow is Monday and back to the grind already. So many things to think about these days…