There's one thing about my return to full time work that I'm absolutely loving. The distinction between the week and the weekend, marked by the arrival of Fridays, is the most wonderful feeling. Towards the end of last year my days had started to blur into each other and there was a sense of sameness about things that I wasn't enjoying at all.
Now every Friday brings the promise of a lack of routine and structure that, when balanced against the predictablity of my weekdays, feels so incredibly full of simultaneous possibility and freedom.
This weekend I've completely cleared the calendar and I've got two whole days of unplanned goodness stretching out before me. Time in the studio, visit a farmer's market, lie around in my pj's reading all day, watch bad tv, cook? Who knows? Maybe all of it, maybe something different altogether. I can't wait.
Of course, there's a little piece of me still wishing I was in California with my Artful Journey pals.