Ah, Wednesdays. You got to love them. Or do we? When you think about it, when we where kids, having that 2-day weekend open to sleep in late and watch television or go out with friends was something to look forward to, but in reality, what is it about Wednesdays and the weekends, really, that we, as adults, look forward to anymore?
When the boys lived with us, I still got up at the crack of dawn, made breakfast, cleaned the house, did laundry; did all those things that I didn’t have time during the week to do because I was busy with my paying job. By Sunday evening, I was looking forward to going back to work just to have some rest from my domestic duties.
Now, as an empty-nester, I am sleeping in later on the weekends, but not too much later. And I have a job now that I really love and enjoy being at. Since my office is literally next door to my condo, I find myself over at work a lot on the weekends. That is almost sacrilegious!
But since I have been thinking a lot lately about how I have lived my life and if I am living it the way I should be now, I am realizing that a regret I do have is how much I hated my job for so long that I did cherish those Wednesdays, just to know that the weekend was near. And even though I ran myself ragged on the weekends, just being away from that work environment was heaven for those two days. And when I think back on it now, I went thru so many weeks (676 to be exact) with my eyes closed tight dreaming of the weekend. That is 25,350 work hours that I spent holding my breath. And those hours I can’t get back. That is a large chunk of my life that was squandered away. I was so busy living for a different day that I didn’t live out those 3,380 days at all.
I know I can’t get those days back, but I can live the remainder of my days better. So I don’t look forward to the weekends anymore. And I am trying to take each day at a time and live it as it comes.
So, I am going to cut this post short and go out and do some living. You should do that too.
The Bad Example 