I knew it could happen. I just didn’t think I would let it happen this easily, this willingly. Friday used to mean two full days not thinking about work – a time to focus completely on personal activities.
Not so much anymore.
I have escaped the 9-5. Now I have to deal with the 12-12. And the Monday-Sunday. Because when inspiration hits me, I can either grab it and ride it for all it’s worth regardless of the time and day, or I can ignore it – possibly to lose that idea or thought forever.
So right now it’s Friday night. Back to work.