Saturday, October 9, 2010

Ode to Saturday

This morning I sit at my desk in my pj's after just having eaten leftover Chinese food. It's Saturday and I've been looking forward to this day all week.

What Saturday means to me: Sleeping in, doing laundry, running the dishwasher, getting groceries, perhaps some clothes shopping, spending time with my boyfriend, watching TV and/or watching a movie, taking a road trip, seeing my family and friends, reading a book, no time constraints, no schedule, getting a Dutch Bros. Iced Kicker, taking a nap, playing my guitar, baking, no planning.

It's the simple things, really, and the things I take for granted or don't have time for during the week. I've been working seven days a week until recently, when I asked to have all future Saturdays off. Ask you you may receive, and in this case I did. I am still in awe over the things a person can accomplish on a Saturday. So many things, so many opportunities. Time.

2 comments:

Mike Reid said...

Very nice. A world without Saturdays would not be a world I would want to live in. Glad you got your Saturdays back!

Season said...

Thanks! Me too! It was a fight to get 'em back, but I finally did. I think I've been making myself into a work-a-holic, and nobody wants that. Plus, I really didn't have time to do anything without a deadline attached. Now I have one whole day with NO DEADLINES!