I find myself pondering today. Pondering about the upcoming holiday weekend, preparing for it.
It’s only Thursday, but it feels like Friday because I’m blessed to work at a place that gives us Good Friday off. And as I sip my chai latte, I’m anticipating that extra day of weekend.
What will I do? Where will I go? Will I savor every moment of it? Will I spend it relaxing and rejuvenating? Or productively getting caught up on the ever long to-do list?
I love weekends, and I love long weekends even more. Especially after a rough week when it’s been a struggle just to get out of bed on time and get to work without forgetting something important and get through all the evening chores and must-dos before collapsing onto the couch or into bed. It’s just been one of those weeks.
But with this long weekend I have hopes for a better week next week. Maybe I’ll even rise early (hah!), drink my morning tea in quietude, and feel prepared to face the day. Maybe the days will go swiftly and productively as I earn this living. Maybe the evenings will be rhythmic, each responsibility attended to at its proper time.
Or, at least, maybe I’ll get up in time to eat breakfast before I rush out the door.
And that brings me back to this weekend. How do I prepare for it? What do I do with the precious time I am allotted?
The concrete-sequential side of me wants to make lists–long, grand lists of things to do and projects to tackle. But somewhere inside, my heart, my soul need rest. I need time to cuddle with the puppy and read a good book. Time to just sit back with a cup of tea and some knitting. Maybe a long walk in the woods or new little adventure to bring back some spark.
All the pondering still leaves me unsure of what to do with this long weekend ahead of me… One thing I know–I don’t want to waste it. I don’t want to wake up Monday morning and wonder where the time went. I want to savor every bit of it–the productive moments and the sweet, slow moments.