Thanks to both the Labor Day holiday and a bonus day off on Friday, I’m enjoyed the last day of a 4-day weekend. I’m not going to lie, I have done some work over the weekend, but the pace has been slower and I was able to basically take Saturday off to belatedly celebrate my 23rd anniversary. We spent an afternoon in the city, shopping, stopping by a favorite bar, and then having a good meal. The long weekend also allowed me to catch up on some housework, get in my workouts and snuggle with the dogs. Everything fits in.
Over the summer, I often take 3- or 4-day weekends for this very reason. They’re short enough (and include weekends where work is not expected) that I can disconnect completely. Nothing is going to fall apart in 3 or 4 days, two of which are non work days already. When I’m away longer, I feel the need to check in, though I was able to mostly disconnect the week I was in California.
I work really hard and often my work isn’t contained within a work week. Deadlines loom, meetings take up work time, and part of my work is professional development, which I squeeze in outside the work day. A long weekend, then, often means I go back to work refreshed and ready to dig in. I’m leaving this here to remind myself that I can and should take a little extra time for myself.