I don’t know why we do all the things we do: Work like animals, complain we don’t have enough money, get bothered by tiny comments (I am really good at this one), frustrate ourselves with procrastination, over think and critique our lives so intensely when we don’t really have so much to complain about.
I try my best to look at every day as a gift and to take every challenge with a smile. I try to look my best, to work hard and to be competitive as well as selfless and kind-hearted.
Well, I am far from perfect (duh, I am not Beyoncé. Unfortunately). I noticed my mind went on some interesting thought trains this long weekend.
My mind on Thursday morning: The sun is shining, after work tonight I get sushi and to spend an evening with my girlfriends, I will have four days off, I will relax and catch up on sleep, I will have wine and spend time with family and friends and I will make time to write a blog post.
My mind on Thursday night: Sushi with friends is awesome. I can’t wait for the rest of this weekend to come at me. I am going to start work on Tuesday so refreshed and ready to go.
My mind on Friday morning: Ah, Friday. And I was lucky enough to get today off. Let’s get up and do some yoga – stretch out those muscles from a hard week at work and the gym. I will start today off with a good breakfast and a good attitude. I will relax tonight and enjoy myself.
My mind on Friday night: Why did I tell myself I could relax tonight? I’m bored. And antsy. And somewhat lonely, in fact. I guess I’ll finish my book and fall asleep with my light on (semi-not on purpose).
My mind on Saturday morning: I stressed myself out last night, because I had no plans, for no reason. Back to yoga I go.
My mind on Saturday night: Wine (three bottles of the stuff), junk food and best friends. Is there anything else I need? Maybe we should order a pizza? Oh, right, we already did that! Yum! Let’s get this awesome ladies’ night started.
My mind on Sunday morning: A day for family, great food and good laughs. Thank goodness my aunts know how to bake, my mom knows how to cook, my dad can barbecue and my brother decided to be born on September 1 all those 20 years ago.
My mind on Sunday night: I am so full and exhausted. My couch looks so comfortable. Snore. Darn, now it’s midnight and I have to walk up the stairs to my bed. The 20-second walk has never seemed so far.
My mind on Monday morning: Is it for real Monday already? Real life starts again tomorrow? No more excuse to be livin’ easy because summer is over, even though unofficially. Who knows when I’ll have time for yoga again. Go to yoga. After yoga, hang with a friend for tea. Continue enjoying the day off as much as possible.
My mind on Monday evening (aka right now): If Labour Day were a person, he or she would be kind of sly. Labour Day spent all of last week pumping me up for a Monday off but when it promptly arrived, all I could think of was the start to a new work week and the end of the sunny, flowery season, leaving me with Fall (which I love even more than Summer) that would then leave me with Winter, bitter and cold with even dirtier subway cars and snotty coughy people on the streets. It’s not that I don’t like my job or being busy. I love all of those things. However, when it’s sunny outside and above 20 degrees Celsius, life just seems a tad better. When I leave for work, the sun is rising and when I come home, the sun is still beaming. In a few weeks, that will no longer be the case. What do I have to look forward to? My birthday, Thanksgiving, hopefully going to visit my partner, Christmas, New Years (even though it’s overrated) and then it’s 2014. Then we do this whole thing all over again. Am I a sheep in a herd or a hamster on a wheel? I guess that’s why it’s important to live every day to the fullest and enjoy what we have. Working, having good family and friends as well as a roof to sleep under, having easy access to the Internet and cell phone reception and even being in walking distance to numerous coffee shops and restaurants are little things not everyone can be thankful for. A 6:00am wake-up call for the rest of the week isn’t too bad, especially in return for all the things I am lucky to have.
My mind on Tuesday morning (I assume): Should I consider drinking coffee ? Read: I don’t drink coffee, but I think I should start.
How was your long weekend?