I never feel like I fit into my age category. I always feel at least 10 years older then I am. I have never been amused with the party scene. I prefer a drink or two, then jumping in my sweatpants and watching one of my reality shows by 10:30-11 at the latest. I always apologized for not getting wasted at the bar with friends. Oh, I am sorry I do remember what happened last night. Is that a bad thing? I didn't black out at midnight, crap, what kind of person am I? I felt myself always making up excuses for not keeping up with the crowd. It wasn't until the past year that I was confident enough to admit who I was. An old soul who has a passion for Christ and enjoys more the day to day routine then the unplanned weekend events. I know what you are thinking. Why would I not absolutely love the weekends? Well besides not seeing Andy as much as I would like during the week, I can't quite explain my love for a routine.
I lied, I can explain why I love weekdays so much. I wake up everyday around the same time, 8 or 9. Wait patiently for my coffee to brew and savor every last drop of it. Then it is time for my "job" which we will talk about later. Workout comes next, which might only mean a walk outside to get fresh air. I then tidy up a bit and next thing you know Andrew is home. The rest of the night is always so much fun, because I am with him and who knows what comes next! The expectations that come with weekends are enormous. Something exciting must be lurking around every Saturday and Sunday. You didn't climb Mt. Everest this weekend? Well then what did you do? You watched a movie and fell asleep at 10? How lame are you. I love how on the weekdays, the nights might take you for a drink and a movie and it leaves us completely satisfied. But if that were to happen on a weekend then we are not living life to the fullest. Not to mention the fact that weeknights make up 5 out of the 7 nights a week. That means 20 days out of 30. Shouldn't we be making the weeknights count? I always hear people say how dreadful Monday-Friday are but when Saturday comes, life begins. How sad of a life. I know what some of you are saying, well you don't work. Well I did used to work and I made it a point to love my job everyday. If not every second, which is not possible, I always found the little things to make that day special. Even if it was grabbing a Starbucks in the morning. I always told myself it would never be about the money. I would end my job if I wasn't happy. I would and will always be perfectly content in a one bedroom apartment. Many people settle with a job they despise. We have such limited time on this earth, why not try and make every moment exciting?
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