The reason I ask is because I continuously tell friends that the worst way to die is to live only on the weekends.
To me there is no weekend, just week days. Monday to Sunday. I don’t restrict the way I have fun, the way I live life, the hours I work, nor the hours of rest & recreation to particular days of the week.
I worked out the system about two years ago after finding myself spending my workday counting the hours till the end of each day, then dreaming of the money I’d get each pay week, and wishing for Saturday and Sunday to arrive earlier. This is no way to live!
When your happiness is derived from wishing time to go faster, your life will disappear before your eyes – and you’ll spend your forties and fifties trying to relive your youth.
Going to work Monday to Friday is quite irrelevant when you have life by the balls.
Don’t count hours, count dollars. Instead of watching the clock, watch for opportunities to do something new, different and exciting. Time will still go by, but at least you will be enjoying the time, you’ll be motivated to do more with your life, and you will be generally happier within everything requiring your participation. You may even be inspired to find something more exciting to do with your time.
For the record, yes, I have a job, Monday to Friday. But that’s not my life, it’s just where I go to make the money to pay the bills. I don’t live to work, I work to live.
The only reason to care about Saturday or Sunday is to attend events that increase your happiness, make you feel better or involve laughing with family and friends.
Art: Wild Fire by Stephen Mitchell. Available to Purchase on Redbubble.