I find myself living for the weekend and I know I'm not the only one.
Monday mornings seem to creep up unannounced and it's back to the weekly routine. Work, eat, sleep, repeat.
"How many days until Friday?" we all joke.
Isn't this a little bit sad?
I don't want to live 2 out of 7 days. I want to live all of them. I really don't care how cheesy that sounds.
For the past couple weeks I've been reflecting on how I can capture the "weekend feeling" during the work week.
A few Mondays ago I went out for dinner with my sister. I rarely do this because I'm usually too tired to stay downtown after work. We were having a great time catching up, laughing and sharing our excitement that our brother would be moving to Halifax, but at first I kept feeling like I had to get home. It was a work night.
For some reason, I felt like I was obligated to get going, even though I knew the dog was cared for and I had nothing else planned that evening.
I wasn't quite ready to leave yet, and we had lots to catch up on, so I forced that nagging thought out of my mind and we walked down to the waterfront. We got slushies like when we were little, sat on the dock and hashed out what our future lives might look like.
For an hour, I forgot it was Monday. And for a moment, it felt like the weekend. A time to relax, enjoy time with friends and family and eat slowly. A time when the dishes can wait, I can play one more round or stay out just a little bit later.
I think I'm going to start allowing myself more opportunities for times like these. The weekend moments. Everyday.
Wishing you a happy day,
xx Janelle
