Weekend blessings

I'm supposed to be studying. I will get back to that in a minute after I write something that is on my mind.

In the past (and will most likely find myself struggling with it in the future), I freak out when it's Saturday night or Sunday. It's because it means its closer to Monday; time for work. Don't get me wrong, I like my job (a lot), but I feel like weekends are so short and there's not enough time to do the things I want and need to do. However, that's all going to change. I noticed that I will miss out on my weekend by worrying about Monday. Monday will happen to matter what. I need to enjoy my blessings now... even if I am not off to some exotic island or fabulous European destination (I'll eventually get there). Just the other night, I enjoyed time with my family at my sister's house for a delicious dinner. Before that, I enjoyed a nice stroll in Midtown East to kill time (waiting for hair appointment), enjoyed the weather, and picked up frozen yogurt to eat on my way home. Then today, I get to relax and be productive at home (chores, to-dos, study, etc.). Not boring; just not traveling. Having someone at home with me who actually wants to be home with me is another blessing.

So now, when someone asks me how was your weekend, I will say "It was pretty good!... just too short."

That reminds me, #43: No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.