This post is brought to you by confusion. My confusion.

Today is the first Sunday off I have had without a personal commitment in many, many years. My first instinct is to lounge around all day and do nothing. Then I remember why I have the day off.  WORK. My own personal work that will hopefully bring my career to it’s next stage. Work that I enjoy doing.  Work that exhausts my brain because it forces me to use the creativity that had been mostly tabled for so long.

I love this.

Today is day one of a new routine, which I am sure will be tweaked as the weeks go on. Having an extra day gives me more flexibility. I hope this will end the late night writing sprints. I hope it will give me the affordability to take on more of this work I love. Hopefully this will lead to bigger and better things.

But hey, I’m not one to put all my eggs in one basket, even when the chicken produces a lot of them.