Friday morning…what possibilities lie ahead. The day feels like a breeze even with all it’s challenges, because I know it will be over soon, and respite is right around the corner. I start wrapping up my work stuff early, so I can be in the mood for letting my hair down early. Bedtimes are not looming on my head. Instead, I wonder what is the best way to enjoy myself today, this Friday night, this weekend. The happiness just bubbles inside of me on the automatic. No reminders or prodding needed.
And then Saturday morning rolls around. Life seems easy. Two full days of endless possibilities. The ball starts rolling even before I realize. The relaxation, fun, or getting on with the plans is in full mode. The day seems to slip with such ease through my fingers. Being in the moment of the weekend, with all it’s built in breaks and funs, and a whole other kind of schedule than that of Monday-Friday, the heart is lighter.
The brain likes this change, even though the change rolls around every few days on the regular. A very welcome change. Of being able to do things that appeal to me change. Of spending time with friends and family just being myself change. Or choosing to do nothing change.
I go to bed on Saturday feeling giddy with more excitement to come, and satisfied with life. Not heavy with the weight of expectations.
Sunday morning is a little more subdued. The clock to Monday morning is already ticking. But no worries, I have just one more day to get on with light and interesting things. Yes, preparing for the week is on the agenda. But atleast it’s still Sunday. Atleast I still get to chill. Sunday evening brings with it the heaviness. Or the start of it anyways. Am I ready to take on the next week? Do I have enough clean clothes and groceries? What big deadlines and appointments are waiting around the corner for me? These thoughts start clouding out the evening even when I still have these few hours of chilling in front of me. The easy going part of me is slowly disappearing, and the efficient planner and worker part of me is starting to take over. It’s hard for this planner-worker to relax, so Sunday evening is fraught with this juxtaposition. I am living Friday afternoon in the reverse.
Sleep is uneasy. With the brain keeping its eye on the alarm clock ticking next to me. And too soon, that alarm clock irritates the hell out of me with it’s incessant poking and prodding reminding me that my mini vacation is over. It’s time to be the efficient robot human and get to work. One more time. One more Monday. One more week of my life.
The work week lies endless ahead of me. The weekend seems impossibly far. Ah well, it hurts to even think about it.
So I just roll with things on Monday morning with groans and complains. And live through another week of keeping on top of things. Till Friday lets me drop them, and feel light and airy again.