Fridays are always hard to manage. With images of farmers markets bustling with people maneuvering their way through a sea of fresh produce, picnics with dozens of friends happily chatting away around games of volleyball and wooden sword fights, late evening gatherings of celebration, good satisfying hours spent digging in the dirt, and sleeping in with no alarm scheduled floating through my head I find it nearly impossible to focus on anything but what is to come.
By the time faire ends I have gone four entire months without a single weekend. I want you to sit back and think about how hard that must be. If you have never been put in the position to miss out on your weekends, whether voluntarily or forceably, you are lucky. I mean I volunteer to give up that time to do something I love, but it doesn't mean I don't love me some weekend time too.
I always find that the first month or so after the end of faire I sort of overcompensate for the lost weekends. I rarely can make it through June without completely booking myself up. Every year I tell myself we will take June off. We will have weekends of just laying about doing nothing. It never happens.
There is just too much to do. I want to go to the farmers market early in the mornings and buy beautiful fresh fruits and veggies. I want to have people over so we can cook out on the grill. I want to work in my garden. I want to go hang out with friends in a relaxed atmosphere. I want to go on vacations. I want to visit my family. I want to go swimming. I want to do all the things.
Maybe it is some sort of leftover programming from when I was a kid. Summers meant doing things you couldn't do during the school year. In a way that has not changed. Winter breaks are about hunkering down for warmth. They are about visiting family and celebrating togetherness. They are about home.
So as I struggle to make it through one last workday this week I will happily distract myself with all the glorious summer thoughts that are drifting through my head. What summery thoughts are you clinging to in order to pass the time at work?