That Friday Feeling

Why living for the weekend is a waste of your precious time.

Freedom at last! The weekend is here! Is it not strange how so many of us experience a peculiar joy that comes only with the dusk of Friday evening? Did I not feel it on when I was writing on Monday morning?

I often wonder why so many people are “living for the weekend”. What does that implicitly say about the rest of the week? Surely, it says that the rest of it is not worth living for? I think this is terribly flawed logic, and one that actually kills long-term satisfaction. How can we commit to a mentality that wishes away five of the seven days we are given every week?

I want to believe that the joys of life shouldn’t be reserved for weekends only. Call me a “millenial” or an “idealist” if you like. Brush my thoughts away with one fell swoop of an accusation that I am “naïve”. You won’t stop me. I am convinced that written on the hearts of every person is the desire for meaning and joy that is not contingent upon what day of the week it so happens to be. It makes no sense to reserve satisfaction for Saturday and Sunday.

Being an arts student at university is, in some ways, a real gift. With so few contact hours, the divisions between a “weekday” and a “weekend” appear somewhat arbitrary. For instance, on Wednesdays I have no classes — nothing. I have a whole day to do whatever I like. And when these divisions fade, I realise that every day is a gift. Every day is an opportunity. I appreciate that not all people have this luxury to be so flexible with their time, but I cannot accept the dismissal of five days out of seven as a waste, or an obligation. It should not be that we simply survive the five weekdays in order to arrive at the weekend. Every day ought to be taken as presenting us with a choice: a choice to just survive, or a choice to thrive.

For Christians, this kind of positivist thinking is not baseless. It is not optimism for its own sake. Rather, this kind of thinking is firmly grounded in the conviction that each day comes with new and fresh mercies from God. Time doesn’t stop and then start again, but with the waking and rising that comes with a new day there is also a perceived sense of a newness of opportunity. That somehow, despite the failings and frustrations of a previous day, God offers us another chance to walk with Him.

I love the joy that comes with each morning. I count it my privilege to begin each day with God, presenting to Him my thoughts and feelings, and allowing this time to shape my day ahead. Through engagement with God, in Scripture and prayer, I feel grounded. This is so important. So often when we wake up our minds rush to consider all that we have to do. All the stuff that needs to be done. However, time spent before God is time to simply be.

So, what about tomorrow? Tomorrow is Saturday. Except, in my mind Saturday could equally be Tuesday, or Thursday, or any other day. I will wake up not particularly later or earlier than any other day. I will not treat the day any differently. Let’s not set arbitrary expectations on what each day will bring. Let’s treat the new day as a gift from God.

And have a great weekend.