Every Friday I enter with a gratitude to see the end.
I am full of hope and expectation.
I am almost finished a book.
I have worked out every day.
I am sore.
I am tired.
I am grateful.
I am ready to rest.
By Friday, it is common that the only words I have don’t make their way across my lips,
They dance behind my teeth, on the tip of my tongue.
I am full yet empty.
This Friday the only word I am filled with is “rest”.
I long for it, I strive after it, I wait for it.
Saturday I rest and
Sunday, I unwind and prepare to do it all over again.
I intentionally occupy every second of my week to protect the sanctity of my weekends.
I wear myself out so that I long for rest at the end.
Happy Free-Thinking Friday everyone! What word sits softly behind your lips today? What are you longing for?