Friday, 13 May 2011

Every Day a Friday

 I love Fridays, and m not alone. Most people associate the last day of the workweek with feelings of relief, relaxation, and anticipation of good times to come in the weekend ahead. You know there has to be something special about  day when the feeling of celebration that accompanies its arrival is even commemorated in the name of a restaurant chain!
     And so I, too, celebrate Fridays. Today after dropping my son off at school I head to Starbucks, to pick up coffee treat of one type or another. Then instead of driving straight home I generally take a long route through the most scenic roads I can find, which usually includes my favourite corner of the local city park. On and on throughout the day I find myself happy and smiling for other reason than that the day's name starts with an "F" rather than a "M", "T". or "W".
     When I pick up my son again hours into the afternoon we high five physically and vocally, our chorus of "FRIDAY!" resonating at least as loud as our hand slap. Then we point out to each other the signs of beginning celebration in the street we drive through. We see footballs being passed in our park, hamburgers being thrown on the grills, people parked on front porch swings, and parties everywhere swinging into action. Sometimes it seems as if the whole world is celebrating Friday!
     The other day I emerged from the doctor's office happy over a positive prognosis in a health situation I was concerned about. My good mood was amplified by the signs of spring that were bursting all around me- flowers blossoming, birds singing, bright sunshine. I whispered the word "Cappuccino!" and headed for the speciality coffee bar that was conveniently located just around the corner.
     My mind rebelled. "What are you doing? It's Tuesday! Coffee treats are reserved for Fridays!" And suddenly I realized how ridiculous that line of thinking was! Why should Fridays be any more special than any other day of the week? Why waste six days while waiting to rejoice on the seventh? Minutes later I was walking back to my car with a big grin on my face and a raspberry mocha in my hand.
     A small victory, to be sure, but it's also an accurate example of how many of us live our lives. We're waiting for the conditions to be right before we allow ourselves to enjoy our time here on earth. May be when our toddlers are old enuf to be in school all day, We'll rejoice when the car or house is paid off or enjoy life when we are finally able to retire. And in that waiting we waste so much of the life that God has given us and the happiness that can be found in our todays. What if we moved a little of that "Friday feeling" into our rainy-day Mondays, our gloomy Tuesdays and our mid-week Wednesdays? Surely our lives would be much happier as a result.Enjoy every day as Friday. Everyday IS Friday!.
     It's interesting to note that T.G.I Friday's isn't open for business on just the last day of the workweek! No, they celebrate all week along and into the weekend.
     So should we.

1 comment:

  1. Great Post! You are so right - let's celebrate every day. My new resolve is to start each day expecting the best.