Years? Decades? Last weekend I had the first weekend without doing any work in any way. I wrote a blogpost, but writing blogposts is basically as leisurely as it gets around here, so that does not count.

I once read there were four relaxation types, and one of them was movement. It was referring to people who need to physically move to relax, versus for example attending a social event;
But I see being creative as movement too.
Even when that creativity is productive rather than impulse-creating dozens of laminated vision board cards for private use.

I still recall that Saturday as one of the best I ever had.
Together with one where I created an actual vision board, which reminds me I should dig that up!

But last weekend was neither.
There were no creative sprees, and with the exception of writing the blogpost, I imagine it was a weekend that looked entirely normal.
And I deeply, deeply, loved it.

Swept off my feet by this new big love The Work-Free Weekend, I swore I would never go without this luxury.
A sentiment that lasted exactly until the next Friday night, when I started planning my upcoming 7 days. Only to fall equally in love with the idea of doing the creative work, this weekend.
And every weekend after.

Weekend = create

For every weekend I succeed to do that, I gain one workweek where I can let myself be totally swept off my feet by whatever happens.
And of course I imagine Whatever to be amazing adventures, unforgettable gettogethers, and once-in-a-lifetime moments of joy and meaning.

All, real life.
All, like it’s 1991.

Sacrificing a weekend, equals winning back one week for 1991 me.

But it’s not just the boon of the upcoming week that has me excited;
It’s like I’ve already dedicated this weekend to a lover.

Creativity, the lover who never leaves.

~Lauren
An unexamined life is not worth living

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