Seven. There are seven days in a week, yet at best, most only live for three of them. Whether you spend your weekend traversing new terrains, frequenting various nightspots, or parking it on the couch, these three days are immeasurably better than the four that precede them.
Now, were it the case that Friday, Saturday, and Sunday are just inherently better days of the week, this wouldn’t be an issue, like if it were supported by science. For example, if biology dictated that it is on these three days a person is more likely to be wealthy, healthy, or simply more likely to be alive (in other words, not die), then this wouldn’t be an issue. The simple calculus is that away from work or school, most folks are happier on the weekend, comparatively less happy during the week, and thus spend the latter praying for the former.
Save for a few exceptions, this is pretty much the case for most. Not terribly surprising, but worrisome nevertheless. I mean, with seven days in a week, 168 hours at our disposal, it is absurd to think about the amount of time we spend doing that which brings us even slightly fewer moments of bliss.
We welcome Monday with dread and Friday with celebration. And truthfully, Friday is only marginally better because, assuming a normal Monday through Friday work schedule, people pretty much have a full work day anyway. And Sunday, well, Sunday is just the day before the tragedy called ‘Monday’ comes bearing down on us all over again. Does Sunday really count if we spend it loathing that the following day is Monday? Sounds like Saturday is the real winner of the best day of the week honor. Surprise.
I recognize that perhaps I am oversimplifying and that things are not that bad for a lot of you, and if you are someone who is the exception to this rule, bless you — share your secrets. Furthermore, I know firsthand how the burden of responsibility can trap an otherwise ambitious and hard-working individual.
Now, I have purposely ignored the elephant in the room — the main reason many people stick it out in their undesirable work situation, but I won’t breathe life into it by naming it because I don’t want to believe that it is an excuse anymore.
So ultimately, what do I propose? Everybody quit your job yesterday and go maximize on the little time you have left.
Seriously, I have no universal resolution because there isn’t one, at least not one that is feasible today. Everyone’s situation is distinct and singular, and some might be perfectly pleased with their work schedule, and that is a beautiful thing — to be happy with what you have (more on this later). With that said, I believe we would all do well to remember that we are not put here to pay off debts and then to expire. It takes courage to make change; and change equals sacrifice, the kind of personal sacrifice that might make us uncomfortable, that might disappoint friends and confuse (and even anger) loved ones, but I promise you that your life will continue to be defined by your Saturdays otherwise.
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