There is no such thing as a weekend for me when I'm at home on my ranch in Oregon.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Sundays tend to be a day where just I do nothing but visit people. It's kind of like trick-or-treating.
Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.
Sunday evenings often feel like the weekend is over before it's even begun.
If I spend a Saturday being lazy and curled up on the couch with my dogs, I'll just make sure to get out and be active on Sunday.
I won't usually make plans with people I don't know on Fridays because all I want to do is stick my hair in a ponytail and put on a big sweater, some tights and a pair of sneakers after a week working in the city.
Weekends are a real luxury for me because I'm usually working.
Three days a week and I'm home at the ranch in Fallbrook with my avocados.
Weekends are sacred for me. They're the perfect time to relax and spend time with family and friends.
Sunday, for me, is all about being home with the family with no plans.
I have never in my life found myself in a situation where I've stopped work and said, 'Thank God it's Friday.' But weekends are special even if your schedule is all over the place. Something tells you the weekend has arrived and you can indulge yourself a bit.