Yesterday I got up at 5am, did two rounds of heavy lifting of stuff, spent the entire day on my feet, barely got a break, and in the end spent 10 straight hours at work. But I loved every second. My job at The Art of Tea isn’t really even what I’d call a job – its something I consider fun. The fact I get paid to do it is borderline miraculous. I get paid to jabber on endlessly about something I love? All day yesterday I was thinking how lucky I am to get to do that. On top of a major moment of job love, it was also a beautiful spring day in Hobart:
What have you gotten up to this weekend?