It’s Sunday night. I used to be so depressed on Sunday nights. I knew that I was staring down a long week at a job I no longer enjoyed. But now that I’m not at said job, Sunday nights are different. They are almost like any other night of the week.
But this Sunday night is special. Tonight I am looking forward to a week by myself. I spent most of last week with a house guest. I spent all weekend with my husband. To be fair, I love my husband and had a great weekend with him. But tomorrow he leaves for work at 6:30 a.m. and I’m left totally, completely, blissfully alone.
I love alone time. And because of that, I welcome Monday morning with open arms.
This is the career break I was looking for.