Work is always there. Monday to Friday, I seem to live to work.

I will get up early before the sun has even considered making an appearance. I’ll head into the traffic and hope to get into the office building before Hayley from Accounts can tell anyone that I’m late.

I’ll smash every spreadsheet, answer every email and even start to plan that project which isn’t due until next month. All before heading back out into the traffic and hoping, beyond hope, that I get home before they have run out of rice at the curry house.

This is me Monday through Friday. I have done this for the whole of my adult life and will probably do it until the day I can finally retire. I’m not too worried or upset about it either. A long time ago I grew to accept that this is what being an adult really is.

We work hard so that we can afford to have the life we want to live, at the weekends. It’s this concept of a weekend that I really try to maximize. Work is not allowed to enter my thoughts until Sunday night when I worry about the outfits I’m going to wear.

My weekends are packed with random stuff. If I see a flyer for an antique fair, I’m there. If I am told about an inflatable obstacle race, then I’m there. Even when I was told about that life-drawing class, I went and actually enjoyed it.

I tend to pack my weekends with random and fun things to do. Until last weekend, when my plans were canceled by my friend and I was suddenly plan-less and full of opportunity. Yet I just didn’t feel like leaving the house. I really wanted to sit on my sofa all day and do nothing.

So that’s exactly what I did. I put a series of randomly useless films on the TV, grabbed my laptop and lost hours in the world of cat videos and random home-improvement projects I’m never going to bother doing. I enjoyed my time, it was time just for me.

I spent a few hours playing, purely because it made me smile. I was enjoying it, so I played a few games.

I managed to turn an empty weekend, into a weekend all about me and relaxing my mind. There was nothing for me to have to think about, there was no race to run, to the cafe I had to be at for lunch and there was certainly no pressure to be having a good time. I just sat on my couch, alone in my thoughts and had an amazing weekend.

I think the weekend off really did me the world of good. It was the unexpected nature of the battery recharge which I think worked best. I hadn’t planned to spend the day relaxing, but somehow it seemed that it was exactly what my body needed.

Well, that and a good game of bingo.