This weekend was particularly productive.
My wife and I went to a three hour painting class on Saturday, did an Ikea run for a bookshelf for our craft room, had dimsum, went to lunch with her father, among other things.
Outside of this, I probably put in four hours of office work each on Saturday and Sunday.
But I don't feel tired. I am ready for Monday. I even feel rested.
I shouldn't, but I do.
I think here is why:
- I was not alone working, others including senior management were working with me.
- We were working on crafting a story to tell our customer that best represents the work we have been doing, and the work we plan to do in the next few years.
- We have been working on this project for several months now... and this powerpoint is the first time our customer will get to see what we have been producing.
- We have produced a kickass deck of slides by the end of Sunday... it is relevant and meaningful, it flows with good cadence, and it is devoid of redundant detail.
I don't have to work weekends usually and I feel grateful for it.
In the off chance that I do, I have found it rewarding and meaningful.
And for this, I feel even more grateful.