You know that old Loverboy song “Working for the Weekend”? I feel like that pretty much sums up my life as of late. For the past three weekends, we have either had people in town or have been out of town ourselves. Treasured time with family, birthday celebrations, and just a whole lot of fun. By the time Monday morning rolls around, I’m already fast-forwarding to Friday, thinking about what’s beyond the no-man’s land that is Tuesday-Wednesday-Thursday.
But to be honest, I don’t like living this way. Having something to look forward to? Yes. I’m all about that. But wishing away the bulk of my week and living as though the only days that matter are the ones that book-end it? No way.
I want to be better about enjoying the everyday. I need to get better at living life in the middle.
The Monday morning dentist appointment. The Tuesday night grocery run. That evening trip to the gym. Or the Friday meeting with consultants. These are the things that make up the middle. The ordinary, somewhat mundane affairs that constitute our weeks. The humdrum that happens day-in and day-out. The normal; the familiar.
There’s an Annie Dillard quote that, although extremely popular, I just love. She says, “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.”
“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.” Brilliant.
I don’t want to rush through the days because I don’t want to rush through life.
We miss so much when we wish away what feels insignificant. I want to be someone who savors Tuesday as much as Saturday. Who wakes up with as much excitement about Wednesday as I do Friday.
Because life happens every day. Not just on the ones we look forward to most.
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