Is your life overscheduled? Is fun reserved for Fridays and is Monday drudgery? If you gave your Monday half the enthusiasm you gave your Friday, I promise you it would be a better day.
Why is “living” reserved for the weekends?
Is it not possible to have a spontaneous dinner party on say, a Tuesday night? Who created these schedules, and why on earth do we stick to them so rigidly.
Exactly why do you eat at 6:00pm every night? Are you actually hungry at 6:00pm or are you letting the clock dictate how you feel? Do you even know how you feel? Probably not since it’s been dictated that you be elated on Friday but completely bummed out on Monday, and you go along with it week after week, year after year.