This day was a Friday like no other. It didn’t feel like a Friday. I wasn’t happy to be done of work, and I wasn’t looking to home for the weekend. Granted, I love my job, and what I do, so this is not that big of a surprise to me. But still, it didn’t feel like a Friday at all. I felt like a day.

Time has seemingly stood still. I’m no longer in a rush for anything, and I’m not looking at my clock. By fully embracing this new lifestyle, there is no need to think of where I need to be and when. I am here, doing life, and doing what I love. With no interruptions or distractions, there seems to be a flow to life that I have never experienced before -at least that I can remember.

Once upon a time, not so long ago (I’m starting to sound like a Bon Jovi song), I held dear the importance of the need to have a divide between my job and my home life. I never felt comfortable allowing the two to cross, mainly because I didn’t want my work to become my life. I’ve seen far too many people prioritize their careers over their family and happiness. I guess I never felt strong enough to resist that urge to “go for it” when it comes to a top-level career path.

This week has shown to me that I can have that divide between my work and my life. It has nothing to do with physical location as much as it does the location that I give it in my mind. Finally, I learned that I don’t have a work-life and home life. I have a life.