Weekends

As I left the gym on Saturday morning, proud of myself for getting there early and being finished before a quick board committee meeting, I thought about weekends. I wondered, “why are they called weekends?”

Calling them weekends means that my week starts on a Monday! Ick. Really, think about it.

Why do I want my week to start with my inbox full of emails from the east that arrived before 6 AM pacific time? Why do I want the anxiety of a calendar full of meetings to be the start of my week with Zoom meetings starting sometimes before 8 AM. Why must THAT be the start of my week?

In that moment, I did a big mind shift reset and decided that my week starts on Saturday. A day when I can awaken to things far more pleasing than a deadline. True, there may still be things to do like grocery shop or get to the post office, but that’s far better than what a Monday holds.

Generally, a Saturday has only time commitments that make me happy like catching up with a friend for a bit. Or, a salon or spa appointment. Or, the start of a theatre or live music event. Those things I gladly commit to on a Saturday. And Sunday is for straight-up rest.

So, from now on, my week starts on Saturday and Monday will be greeted with a new sense of ease. I know that those emails will feel a lot different in the morning. At the very least, I’m planning on it.

On next Friday, instead of wishing someone a good weekend, wish them a good week-start. Heck, it just sounds better to me.

What’s you week-start about?