Another weekend gone. They seem to follow the same process, don't they? Friday night arrives, great times are experienced, and we go to bed at an indecent hour because of the knowledge that we get to sleep as long as we want. Saturday dawns, calm, cool, and serene as we make our way out of bed and to whatever fits our fancy. Lunch, the futon, the computer, a movie on television, etc. All thoughts of work vanish as we become lost in the ease of our relaxation. But all too soon, it's time to go to bed. Sunday dawns, bright and early, and we head to church. We come back and grudgingly start on the work that is piled on our desks. Motivation is at an all-time low and the quality of assignments slowly declines. Yet we are unable to try harder simply because we don't want to. We've lost all desire to finish whatever it is we started and long to go back to that futon or that movie and simply give in to procrastination. Before we know it, we're waking up Monday morning, hating the fact that we have to repeat that process again.
Does time ever slow down? Why does it seem that the world only gives us fleeting glimpses of happiness and relaxation before it shuts those doors and floods us with work, stress, conflict, and responsibility? When will we be able to really enjoy a little quality time with ourselves? With friends? With family?
I'm off to supper. Try and enjoy these last few hours of freedom. Or maybe you should be responsible, unlike me, and get some work done. I've given up for tonight.
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