Friday Quickie: Are you "Spent" or "Full?"
“Ohmygod it’s Friday and I’m soooo spent.”
Does this sound like a familiar Friday refrain? Today I wondered what it might be like to arrive at Friday and be full of energy. If it’s happened in the past I can’t remember.
So as I entered Friday feeling the fatigue and dreaming of a Friday night at home I decided to reframe. What if I changed the statement to:
“It’s Friday and Jesus Christ I’m so full.”
What if the feeling I have of general tiredness is my body saying: Sit me down and take notice of some of the highlights this week.
As I was having this conversation on the way to my local cafe, I took my coffee and sat in an oversized chair and let the week’s events sink in and marinate.
It took me 15 minutes. And I got to see – no, feel – some of the significant passages that happened over the last seven days. If you were at the Madison Park Starbucks this morning and saw a woman all teary-eyed on a velvet seat, that may have been me.
It was trippy. And cool. I recomment trying it sometime. Imagine if you arrived at Friday and were so full you could barely stand up. And you had to sit sat down and take it all in.
Then what?
Hey Tatyana — Ahh, Friday afternoon accounting… It was the end of a very booooring, unchallenging week at work yesterday, I secretly wished I had been one of the 5 people let go the previous week, so I would be forced to thinking about doing something different, which is something left to my own devices I don’t seem to do. (Actually, to be fair, I do, but it’s so deep in my brain, it doesn’t much register.) Anyways, it was quiet in the office yesterday, so we all did our first-of-the-season summer Fridays. It’s amazing the effect a couple of extra hours on a Friday afternoon can have—instant recharge and a swelling feeling of freedom. I hopped on the free water taxi out to Red Hook Ikea for some jars of pickled herring and Fenomen pillar candles. As we rounded Red Hook, we passed the colossal Queen Mary 2 docked on the Brooklyn shore. The mass of (rich) people on the QM2 decks, readying for their transatlantic journey, and the billion-dollar Manhattan skyline sparkling in the late afternoon sun, filled me with such hope and optimism that only watching the 1987 movie Wall Street and 1988 movie Working Girl could. Umm, think I went off topic. The point is, yes, it is trippy, how some re-imagining can help set one on a new track…