This year, Christmas and New Year’s did me the favor of falling on the absolute perfect days of the week. With Christmas Eve falling on Wednesday, and New Year’s Day falling on a Thursday, I was afforded the luxury of two solid guilt-free weeks off of work.

Let me tell you folks…this is the life. Having your days to yourself to do with as you wish is the most priceless gift one can be given. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t hate my day job. In fact, I’m better when I’m working when it comes to making and keeping appointments, exercising, eating better, and all kinds of good things that structure can do for us.

But these past two weeks have been revitalizing. I slept in, ate like a horse, breaking all of my “rules,” munching late at night, drinking spiked chocolate milk with whipped cream on top or my new favorite drink — milk with amaretto in it (try it, trust me). I watched television and got caught up on all my guilty pleasures (hello Revenge). And I laid up on my behind.

And I wrote. I wrote a lot, actually.

Monday, my regular routine kicks in. And I’m okay with that. I have some cool writerly things to luck forward to in February and am really looking forward to finishing my WIP and querying it. And when I start to feel the push of the rat race, I’ll just start counting down the days till next December.

Happy January, y’all!