After this long week draws to an end, I’ve been forced to look at what the weekend symbolizes to me. To me, it’s seen as a solace from not doing what I love. It’s seen as a vacation where I can breath. It’s a point in time that I wait til every week. The weekend is essentially an escape from an unsatisfying daily life. I think this is the same for many people.
When we aren’t doing something we love, we plan something out in the future. We wish to one day live with money and without work, so we create retirements. People will suffer part of their life away just to add extra to their retirement. They work themselves to the bone for something in the future. There is nothing inherently wrong with this but if you don’t start living now, you’ll have never lived at all.
The same thing seems to be happening with me in my regular life. I know that I should be leading some sort of artist life. I need to be dealing with artists and with the creative process on a daily basis – more than just a hobby could supply. This leads me to craving the weekends. More simply put, anticipating the weekend is just anticipating escaping the difficulties of leading a life which isn’t at the forefront of my mind.
I spend Monday sad about the weekend and time that just passed me. Then Tuesday I’m already waiting for the weekend. Do you put off changing your life? Are you anticipating your “weekend” instead of actually living your life? In the comments below, let me know what you think!