It is so good to be home on the weekends. All my friends are indifferent towards weekends. When I wake up in my own bed this morning, was so happy that I couldn’t contain myself. I jumped out of bed and did ten jumping jacks. I yanked my curtain string and the light spilled into my room. I am alive!

It’s refreshing to look around my life and find new missions. On the small scale, it’s nice to sweep my garage floor so my socks don’t get dirty when I carry my laundry to the washer. My backyard isn’t going to be an eyesore anymore, because it’s becoming a sanctuary. On a large scale, I have a new frontier for creativity. My websites are raw and unexplored.

For almost five years, I’ve traveled on the weekends to give talks at churches, schools, and colleges. I saw the opportunity, and I didn’t let it pass. But I’ve had a lot of long, lonely flights across the country. I’ve had plenty of time to think about my life. How long do I really want to live like this?

I want to keep traveling on two weekends a month. It will keep my on edge, and remind me to be thankful for my weekends off. But with this new chunk of free time, I’ll be able to apply my passion and creativity to new projects.