Ever since I started working full-time instead of going to school full-time, I have gained a deeper sense of appreciation for the weekend. It's been interesting, however, to discover how hard it is to make the most of those seemingly short two days. At first, I tried to have as much fun as I possibly could throughout the weekend, but eventually burned myself out with everything I was doing. I wanted to see as many friends as possible, make time for my boyfriend, and see my family (and dog Penny) all within the same weekend. It was pretty much impossible. And I would come back to work the next week exhausted.
I have come to realize that the weekend is for resting, for recharging and gaining back those bits of yourself that have gotten lost somewhere along the path of a long work week. Making time for everything I want to do and everyone I want to see is something I need to work on, but it's always going to be a work in progress.
"A Sunday well spent brings a week of content."