What she said about wishing time away really stood out to me. Someone once told me that hating Mondays was hating 14% of your life and I think of that every single Monday morning. No matter how much I tell myself that, I still hate Mondays a little bit. Then, I feel guilty. And paranoid that I am wasting my life away. Why don't I love Mondays? What am I doing wrong?
I always try to live in the moment, love my day job, love the evenings once I get home (no matter how late I get back), and go to bed without a sense of dread for the next day. I mean, I don't hate my job. Actually, I really like my job. But do I love my job? I'm not sure. Do I wake up enthralled for the day? Not every day. A tiny (and sometimes not so tiny) part of me is always waiting for the weekend.
So Adele, even though you are a modern day music goddess, we must agree to disagree. I think it is okay to wish time away - at least just a tiny bit. I think we have to find a healthy balance between making the best out of where we are, recognizing the moments we want to live forever, noticing the ones that we don't, and not feeling guilt for what most people in this world experience at least a little bit. I would venture to imagine that most of the world is waiting for the weekend and is looking forward to a different time in their life, at least a little bit.
Someday, I want to have a job that makes me feel the way I do on the weekends. Maybe I'll write more about that later. Until then, I'm going to be okay with the reality that a part of me isn't going to want to get up at 5:00 AM to teach literacy to unruly high schoolers. Like I said - I like my job. But it'll be damned if I can't wait until Friday.
