Typical workplace conversation, Monday through Thursday of any week:
“How’s it going?” “Be going better if it was Friday!”
“How’re you doing?” “Just trying to make it to Friday.”
“Is it Friday yet?”
“This would make a good Friday, wouldn’t it?”
“I sure wish it was Friday!”
Typical workplace conversation, any Friday:
“How’s it going?” “Great, it’s FRIDAY!!”
We say this Every. Freaking. Week.
Mondays through Thursdays are simply annoyances, standing in the way between us and our precious, sacred weekends. And Fridays are the golden gate through which we cross into those oh, so longed for Saturdays and Sundays.
And then, just like that, the weekend is over, Monday returns, and the longing begins anew.
Sorta sad, when you think about it.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my weekends, absolutely. It’s my chance to wake up without an alarm clock, unless you count my cat. I’m not putting on the uniform I wear through the week as I drive my shuttle bus; I can actually wear other clothes. I can spend time doing what I want, instead of what I get paid for. Weekends get two thumbs up from me.
But, I don’t know, I guess I worry some that I’m rushing my life along, looking for the next Friday down the road. It’s not like I can store up all the Mondays through Thursdays to use another time. Once they’ve passed, they’re gone for good. And as I rush headlong to my 60th birthday, I’m becoming more sensitive to the value of all those days in between the Fridays.
I know I should experience each day just as it is: the people who come my way, the food I eat, the weather I encounter, the opportunities, the circumstances, the sights, the sounds, all of it. After all, who knows if we’ll make it to Friday, or if Friday will make it to us?
But it’s going to take a major mental adjustment to begin taking and appreciating each day for the singular treasure it is. If any of you can offer some tips on how you do it, I’m listening.
On a somewhat brighter note, this is the first post I’ve managed to finish after several weeks of false starts, so I take this as a small victory.