Oh my wow! It’s Friday, again! Already!
What did I do this week? What didn’t I get done? What miracles did I make? What wishes didn’t come? What went right? What went wrong? Who were those cranky people I had to calm down? Who were the ones who gave me such support?
Will I spend my weekend reliving my week over and over?
Is that what time is for. Is that what life is about?
No, no. Not my life.
When I’m in that last five minutes of my life and when I’m in the five minutes that come after, I want to be thinking of the time I spent being alive.
I want my life to be about living.
I can imagine a wonderful weekend. I can hang the moon in the daylight sky. I can fill the night with colorful lights and people who have great ideas. I can imagine being with friends who understand that living isn’t always easy, but it’s always about thinking and caring, and remembering to breathe.
I can imagine a blue sky, blissful weekend.
Then I can make it happen.