On Sunday, I woke up after about 5 hours of sleep on a conference room floor. I started playing (continued from the night before, technically) some eye-popping video games for 6 hours before driving 3 hours home, where I watched 2 hours of TV. It’s 8 o’clock Sunday night after an exhausting weekend when I did the unspeakable: I logged in and did a little work. Whatever happened to the weekend being sacred?
“After hours” is precious time and I decided to take advantage of it.
Too often I see tweets of facebook statuses about being tired, being exhausted, or being busy. But the last few months have gotten me excited about being busy. It’s really tempting me to try to be busier. Getting things done is satisfying. I’m starting to believe that the weekend is sacred for more than one reason. Yes it’s the best time to rest and relax, but it’s also “after hours” and a great time to get things done.