Autor: ramonmorell

Saturday is «rewinding» day for me. One starts forgetting the daily routine from Monday to Friday, waking up later (or not), having breakfast peacefully wihle the rest of the family enjoys the last moments of sleep, not thinking on anything related to work.

There are always things to do on Saturday, those little obligations that we reserve this day for, such as buying some stuff which is important but not urgent, seeing those friends we have been trying to meet with for years and the moment has arrived, fixing a lamp at home or washing the car so it can rain a few minutes later. It is also the perfect day to take your children hostage, forcing them to go out with you for lunch or for a ride in order to spend some time together and listen to them complaining while one recalls doing exactly the same thing 25 or 35 years ago but that time being the complainer.

If not going out on Saturdat night, the sleep is simply fantastic because the mind has been cleaned and polished from all those problems, tensions and challenges of the job.

A fresh start on Sunday morning in my case (I am an early wake person and my energy level is at its maximum when I wake up, I feel exultant, full of power and thrust) is a real pleasure, particularly this season with a clear sky and a breeze that pushes you to go out and walk or do a bit of jogging through the nearby forest.

Today there is a local «fiesta» in the town where I live and the streets are crowded with families on bicycles and the Police blocking all possible way outs from the crowd for cars and motorbikes. The novelty is attractive, and the smiles on hundreds of faces, contagious.

And at the time I an writing this post, (13:30) I am back at home having read the Sunday newspaper and I am starting to plan my week, keeping my balance, with no pressure but rather a bit of distance from it, moving slowly across the issues that were left unfinished from last week and the way to complete them. I must say that these few minutes are frequently richer in solutions and ideas than the whole week at work, because the mind is fresh again.

Sunday afternoons are in my case nice surprises, because I generally do not plan anything for them, whatever happens occurs because it had to, being it a walk or sharing a beer with a friend that calls out of the blue, or going to watch a movie with the kid or simply, relaxing with the company of a good book for hours.

I do not know if this is a general feeling or I am a bit odd, but when I am getting to bed on Sunday night, I feel pleased, refilled and energetically appealed to work as hard as I can as soon as I wake of a few hours later.

Weekends are definitely a good invention, don’t you agree?