Sunday
Ava is rolling around on the floor. Right now, she’s by the entertainment center, next to her big stuffed chicken. She’s just started crawling. Nikki and Gia are out getting bagels and Starbuck’s. They don’t get to spend much exclusive time together, so we take the opportunity when it presents itself. Weekends are too short. That’s my stock answer when someone asks me how my weekend was. I just say, “Too short.” I started reading The Seven Day Weekend. If I wasn’t writing right now, I’d probably be reading that. I’m only a chapter or two into it, but I agree with this guy’s point completely. The old tradition of the five day work week is history. There are people working around the clock always. We’re always working, or doing something. Why even call it work? We should be striving to enjoy ourselves every moment. There’s plenty of crap which is bound to happen in our lives. We need to spend our valuable time, that time when there’s not crap hitting us in the face, enjoying that time. That includes the time we spend at “work.” People need to wake up and realize that work is just a word. Sure, we need to support ourselves and our families, but there really is no law that states that we have to be miserable while doing it. I don’t know where this trap got set for everyone, but it’s there, and I see it daily. People running around like mice in a maze. Their weekends are too short always. I’m striving to make my weekend just the right length. The five day work week is an antiquated notion. It’s an unnatural way of looking at the world. People are simply not built to conform to such boundaries. We need flexibility. Give us some freedom and we’ll do great things. Restrict us and all hell breaks loose. It’s everywhere, just look at the signs. I won’t get into politics, but it’s obvious that restriction is evil, and it begets evil. People get killed. Innocent people suffer. Our children deserve better.
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