Today Is Friday. It Is My Day.

I’m thinking about the synchronicity of it: Right now, millions of Americans are staring at the bottom-right hand corner of their computer screens, counting the seconds until the metaphorical whistle blows. It’s fascinating that most of us live for the weekend. I didn’t use to be that way, I’m pretty sure–but then again, I was a kid who didn’t need to work for the longest time. I guess after one gets out of college and is faced with the everyday challenges of Real Life, you begin to look forward to a respite from cubicles, reports, office politics, and the ilk.

A couple of years ago, I read a book called Waiting for the Weekend by Witold Rybczynski . He explores the idea of this thing called a weekend, traces its evolution from the sacred day of worship to a two-day mini-sabbatical from the daily grind. If you don’t want to read the book in its entirety (and shame on you for that), you can read the New York Times review.

He concludes:

“We have invented the weekend, but the dark cloud of old taboos still hangs over the holiday, and the combination of the secular with the holy leaves us uneasy. This tension only compounds the guilt that many of us continue to feel about not working, and leads to the nagging feeling that our free time should be used for some purpose higher than having fun. We want leisure, but we are afraid of it too.”

I kind of get that. I look forward to the weekend, but I also feel like I can’t waste it sleeping in or watching tv. I have to be productive, or at least have fun activities planned.

Because we all know that, come Monday, there’s the inevitable question: “So, did you do anything fun this weekend?”

Blog in Search of An Identity

My first entry in ages–Ages, I tell you!

Frankly, it’s all just a matter of habitualizing. Figure out how you’re going to incorporate something into your life and then do it. So if I’m going to keep up this blogging thing, I’ve got to figure out how to make it easy and regular.

My life has gotten pretty full in the last year– I got me a terrific boyfriend, we moved in together, and–well, that was pretty much it, I guess. The thing is, when you find someone you want to spend the rest of your life with, you wind up spending as much time together as possible. Huh, I may have to work on my co-dependency issues….

What happened today: chaired a SCHAC meeting in the morning, then had lunch with my co-chair Liz. Then I had to run back to the office to work on a press release regarding the governor’s budget proposal. It was only later in the afternoon that my boss and Justin, our communications director, figured out that it wasn’t a major priority, and no rush was needed. Oi.

No gym– forgot socks.

Dinner: tacos ala Patrick.