Munday on a Friday

 Fridays are the best day of the week. 

Why is that?

Anticipation of the weekend. 

Reflection of a hard week of work. 

Maybe that's why Monday is the worst day of the week.

Anticipation of a hard week of work. 

Reflection of another weekend gone by. 

Weekends are usually when we get to live our dreams. 

Either early morning coffee with dad or sleep until we wake up. 

Big breakfast with the family. 

Deep, creative work at the office.

Then home for the afternoon, usually for cleanup or projects. 

Saturday is the day our soul breathes. 

Sunday is the day our soul worships with other souls. 

And Friday is the day we get to anticipate those days. 

But you know what would be super cool?

If every day was lived like Friday: in full anticipation of life yet to be, lived in such a way that days of the week had no meaning; that life could be lived seasonally instead of day-by-day. 

That'd be something else. That sounds like a life worth living. 

Time broken down by boxes within a box. Ascribed certain names and numbers. 

Silly humans. When did we become so rigid with our understanding of time? 

And then merge money with time.

"I earn $X per year" which means this about me, my taxes, and my societal status.

"I bill $X per hour" which means this about me, my clients, and my attorney anxiety. 

Why do we never talk about hours per dollar? 

Great road trip today with a dear friend to meet a new colleague. 

Lots in common. Great connection. 

And a serendipitous reunion with another good friend. 

Life really takes off when you get going. 

Direct response marketing. What do you think about that?

It'll do, just like the fried catfish at the restaurant in Munday, TX with the same name.1

"It'll Do Cafe" 

Honest naming if I've ever heard of such a thing. 

I wonder if the catfish ever thought about days within weeks within months within years within centuries while traveling at [distance] over [time unit] calculating [money] over [time unit].

Silly humans. Don't you know life will never be contained by time?

Praise God for Munday on a Friday. 


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1. Why can I never spell r-e-s-t-a-u-r-a-n-t? Back to reference













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