You know, Friday is truly the best day of the week. No matter the traffic I encounter on my way to work, the issues that arise or challenges that are thrown my way, it doesnt matter cuz I know it's Friday and NOTHING can weigh me down.
Friday is like the number 8, which signifies new beginnings. Yes, it does! Friday signifies the end of the working week as it ushers in the weekend.
Oh how the thought of the weekend gladens my heart. Being away from the confines of my office, suits and high heeled shoes which pinch my toes. Where everyone puts up a facade, some more than others. Where freedom is in its true form a taboo.
Oh the joys of waking up late, wearing my bubu @ home, lazing about the house (barefooted) and watching movies until i loose consiousness of reality. How I love the weekends, knowing i am the king and my time is subject to me.
Then comes Sunday when we awake thinking about the end of the weekend and the beginning of the working week. Aarrh!!! Worship in the morning and depression in the evening. Why can't we have 3-day weekends?? Why does the dreaded Monday morning always come so soon? What did we really achieve over the weekend?? What does the new week hold for us? Why didn't we complete that task on Friday in our bid to rush off into the weekend? All these questions......
Well, Friday and I intend to make the most of it and thoroughly enjoy it.