I Still Like Fridays
I’m retired and don’t work anymore. So a weekend isn’t much different than a weekday. And yet, I still like Fridays.
Why I Still Like Fridays
When you finished schooling, did you still look forward to June and the “Summer recess”? Even when you didn’t have a recess?
I remember even having fond reminiscences of September and the feel of going back to school. Long after I had graduated college, I still yearned to shop for school supplies. There was great comfort in walking down the aisles of Staples. Looking at notebooks, and pencil cases and three-hole punch paper.
Similarly, Fridays hold the same vestigial appeal.
Yes, my friends who still work seem happier on Fridays. There are joyous posts expressing the anticipated freedom of the upcoming weekend. Even during COVID, many are looking forward to relaxing after a hard workweek.
I would have thought Fridays wouldn’t still feel joyous for me. Living in a touristy town, it would get more crowded. A necessary trip to the grocery store or the post office would be less easy.
But still yet, I find myself feeling a sense of anticipatory excitement on Fridays.
Does anyone else experience this?
Focusing on a single project pays off. I finished the linen stitch cowl.
It’s a bit more rustic than I usually like, and I’m not that fond of the colorway.
But I’m pretty sure someone at a craft show will like it, and it will sell.