A Whole Day of Freedom

Yesterday rocked. This weekend overall rocked. But - yesterday, in particular, rocked.

While I did have plans with Spice originally she had to cancel for a good reason. A very good reason. She was anticipating the birth of her new niece... and I find that to be one of the best reasons in the world to postpone plans. Luckily, that is exactly how it worked out too. Her beautiful, healthy and amazing little niece was born to her brother and his wife. Congratulations goes out to them all. New life... so many possibilities.

But - for me - that is not what overall rocked. (Can't say the atmosphere of knowing a new, joyful life was entering the world didn't help... that would be a lie.) What rocked was the freedom I felt with my time. Days like yesterday are few and far between for me since I work so many hours on the weekend. Yesterday I did exactly what I wanted to do, exactly when I wanted to do it. Yesterday I did alot but also gave some to some of the folks around me. That's how the best days seem to go. I woke up early (well, early for me - on a weekend) around 9AM. I text my neighbor right after to see if she was up for going to grab some breakfast at sister-in-friend's diner. We drove down there and back... in between I had a real and big breakfast. I haven't had one of those in a good, long time. After that... we returned home and went our separate ways. I ran some errands that were brief in nature. Bought some shorts and some needed stuff from the grocery store. Then I spoke with my beloved on the phone for a bit. Getting off after about a half hour, I jumped on my bike and rode for 7 miles. That was a record for me. I am really glad I was able to push myself. Now that will be the standard and my next record will be 8.4 miles. (That's one more lap around the park near my place.) Following the bike ride, I did some laundry and baked some strawberry muffins. The muffins turned out well and I dished some of them out to both my neighbor and, later, to the person I would end my day with. After baking (which almost always puts me in a good mood), I guiltlessly ordered my dinner for delivery, cracked open a bottle of wine and watched a couple episodes of the Sopranos. While doing that, I received a text from the one I'm involved with. Sure, I'll come over and hang for a bit.

Now... why did I tell you every last detail of my Sunday? Because I never have days like this. I rarely have a free day on the weekend. An entire day to do as I please. And what a good day it was. For those of you who have this every weekend, or nearly every weekend you may or may not see why this is a big deal. A whole day of freedom. For those of you who also have to work alot on the weekends or who have prior engagements each and every weekend, try to schedule yourself a whole day once in a while... it's so worth it.