Loving life too much to post often

I've been bar-free for two weeks and two days now.

AND IT FEELS AMAZING.

The first week off didn't really sink in. I was keeping busy and working on projects for an event the coming weekend.
I still found time to fit in normal people stuff like house cleaning, running and I even took my adorable and shockingly handsome nephew to the movie.
The weekend felt great, but I never really had any down time.

Last Friday I threw my sister-in-law a surprise birthday party for her big 25th.
I put a lot of time and effort into it and it went off without a hitch.

Saturday morning I woke up with zero projects left on my plate and a cleared off schedule.

My mother-in-law texted me to see if I wanted to stir up some trouble.
The answer was obvious.
Why? Because I had the time.

We spent the entire day together gallivanting around shopping for whatever struck our fancy and finding nourishment at a bar.
That night I spent with my husband and some of my besties sitting around a camp fire.
BECAUSE I DIDN'T HAVE ANYWHERE ELSE TO BE.
And it felt amazing.

Sunday I cleaned off my patio, went for a hike and played with the dogs in the back yard. Then we all met up and had family dinner. It was so nice to show up somewhere with a little bit of energy left.

I'm so much happier only working 50 hours a week.
The husband seems more sane and I even think the dogs are happier too.

Or it could be that I finally have the time to notice the little things in life.

The things I've missed oh so dearly.