The end of a weekend signals something to me, every week. It signals that I am ready for much, much longer weekends. I am happy on weekends, most of the time. The weather can be uncooperative, the grass can need mowing, the beds around the house can need work, and the trees can need trimming...but weekends seem to overlook such necessities, in my mind, and they provide a sense of peace that weekdays just don't. Mind you, I am not living in Zen every weekend...but I am far more relaxed than I am during the week.
Well, maybe it's not the weekdays. Maybe it's me. I need to change...let the weekdays take on the level of importance they really have. And inspire myself to enjoy the weekdays the same way I enjoy the weekends. It's all in the approach to work. I've allowed myself to approach work in a negative way...it's as if I looked at going to the office as a negative thing. I can turn that around. And I will.
Here's one way to start. Instead of spending virtually every minute at the office working (save a few stolen moments to look at real estate in Mexico or respond to a personal email), I need to set aside time for me to do things I want to do. I tend to work through lunch most days. That needs to stop. For awhile, I was taking walks during lunch. I enjoyed that. Time to start again. If not walks, then personal, enjoyable internet surfing. And maybe a break in the morning and another in the afternoon, giving myself time to relax. And, instead of doing all the administrative tasks myself, I need to delegate more...much more. And, I need to look at staff and determine if they are the right people in the right places. Finally, I need to get my wife, who works with me, to share in these insights. She tends to work more hours than I do, and I feel utterly burned out on my hours; she needs to slow down, too.
It's time to have little pieces of weekends, every day.
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