Friday Light

It seems like I’ve always commuted to work, sometimes as much as an hour door-to-door. Right now it’s about 35 minutes from Rancho Cucamonga to Riverside. I travel against traffic so I don’t have a problem with morning gridlock. But when I drove with the grain, Fridays usually seemed like an easier drive. People take days off on Friday’s I guess and it frees up the highways.

And so the end of the work week for most starts with a less than maniacally paced drive to the grind. The excitement about Friday is a social constant in California where I’ve grown up. “Is it Friday yet? Thank God it’s Friday.” We say that every week knowing full well that Saturday is coming too. Saturday looms with all of its To Dos. Then perhaps there’s rest on Sunday if we don’t find a way to turn it into a weekday with work.

Could people learn to love the other days of the week more if they found the days more fulfilling? I’m all for Fridays but It would be tough to work one more day if Monday is to Friday as Lord Voldemort is to Harry or as Debo is to Craig and Smokey pictured above. If you hate what you’re doing, gut it out for a temporary season or toughen up. Find out what it is you find fulfilling (serving others, designing things, mentoring young people, composing music, etc.) . All the Fridays in the world won’t cure your work week blues. Maybe we can make everyday feel like Friday.