As a writer, I always have deadlines. Finish the book by this date. Complete the revisions by now. Send the requested manuscripts by tomorrow. And so on. It feels like, for the better part of a year to year and a half, I live under those deadlines, but once those deadlines are over….
Yesterday was that day for me. All of a sudden, I was looking around the kitchen saying to myself, "What am I going to do with all this free time?" So, I picked up a book. It was so nice knowing that I wasn't reading at the sake of putting something else off. I was reading because I actually had time to do so. This will only last about a week or so, but I relish every second. Now I can get some decent blog posts in (hopefully—and "decent" is entirely interpretable), and start running again (because that really does go out the window when I'm in "the zone"), and just be able to breathe. I also get to sit back and enjoy the wedding planning that's going on in the family right now (two).
Ah, free time. Enjoy it while it lasts, right? And remember it when you don't have it. It'll keep you going.