One more week of work.  At this time on Friday, I will no longer be an employee.  As I wind down at the office, I have found that the lessening need to focus on work has given me the gift of time.

It’s amazing what one can accomplish when the stress of a job no longer occupies valuable real estate in one’s brain.  Not being preoccupied with all those worries has allowed me, for the first time in many years, to focus on my family.  And to enjoy them without feeling rushed or distant or distracted.

During the past few weekends, I’ve accomplished more than I have in ages.  Cleaning with the girls.  Purging the house of old junk.  Planning our upcoming travels.  Cooking – just a little bit for now, which isn’t saying much, but still….And most important, perhaps, brainstorming about future projects.  I don’t remember the last time I’ve had so many ideas.

I’d also love to say I’ve also been spending more time outside, but even though it’s March 24, it still feels like February.  Indeed, it may snow tomorrow.  Whereas in the past this kind of weather would have put me in a nasty funk, it doesn’t bother me this year.  It has to warm up soon and I have every confidence the temperature will rise just in time for me to be able to enjoy it.

Don’t get me wrong.  I am fully aware that this extremely bearable lightness of being won’t last forever. I am a worrier by nature and I have no doubt that I will find plenty of things to fret about.  But for now, I plan to savor every carefree moment I can.