I usually work on weekends, but this time, I didn’t (maybe I edited a few chapters). If you edit or write, there’s always the feeling that your work is never done. At least, I feel this way all the time. Just because the work day is over, does it mean you should stop?
Not stopping can cause harsher burn-out later. I know my limits now so on Friday night, I looked at my list of things to do and immediately went into denial mode. What work? For 48 hours, my work brain froze and I embarked on a marathon of Six Feet Under with my husband, played endless games of Candy Crush, went couch shopping, bought 2 (okay 4) pairs of shoes, and started a 750-piece puzzle (I live dangerously).
Tomorrow I will feel better about tackling that long list.