Today was probably the best day I’ve had in close to a year and a half. I quit my job this morning and had the first Saturday off since February of 2016. Since then, I’ve worked every Saturday and Sunday with the exception of one week I went to Mexico. I didn’t quit on a whim mind you, I have another job starting Monday, but today I officially resigned.
I’d forgotten how much I absolutely love Saturdays. There’s a whole different feel in the air. It’s as though there’s a collective energy among everyone enjoying a day off after a long week of work. You just don’t get that feeling when you’re off on Thursdays. I’d become antisocial, withdrawn and really had become depressed. I didn’t realize how bad until today.
This morning I got up early, grabbed my camera and decided to go downtown and just spend the morning shooting “whatever”. I walked through the city, camera in hand and absorbed the energy. I stopped and had brunch and a Bloody Mary. Heading home, I realized what a great time I had.
Yes, today was a good day. Once again, I feel alive.