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I’m tired.
Not just tired. Old-lady-tired.
I was up pretty late last night making wonderful and responsible decisions. And when my head hit the pillow at about 4 in the morning, I had to come to terms with the fact that I would not be early to rise and indubitably half my Sunday would be over before I even woke to greet it.
The entire concept of a mere 2-day weekend is absurd. I need more time. I spend Saturday catching up on all the things I have to do but don’t have time to tend to during the week because I’m, you know, working. And then when Saturday is over, I have to face the harsh reality that the very next day means the end of my weekend and will be entirely overshadowed by the fact that I have to work again on Monday. And then 5 days to trudge through before my next pathetic 2-day weekend.
I demand an Adult Break.
It’s preposterous that I’m allowed 2 weeks of debauchery, exploration, and adventure in the spring and 3 months in the summer every single year of my life until I graduate from college and then it disappears when I’m ejected. Absolutely disappears. And short of my striking it rich, marrying into money, or finding a sack of cowboy gold on the city streets, I have no way of making my own 3-month adult adventure because while I’m off trotting around in Europe or Jamaica or even just freaking Kansas City, I’ll have to find a way to pay my rent, phone, gas, electric, water, garbage, credit cards, and student loans.
Why are we all just okay with this?
Don’t get me wrong: I’m all for hard work and all that jazz and I totally get that bills need to be paid, even though my inner hippie screams in frustration that I have to pay for things that should, in my opinion, be free to all. That’s fine – I’ll suck it up. But I would really like a small section of my time each year to be liberated from worry, work, and obligation. It’s called living, and I would like some please.
So what shall we do? Organize a march on the capitol steps? Or start a movement and design marketing tactics?
I vote movement. ♣
The Jackie Blog 
Oh how I long for bank holidays just so I get and extra day!
I am in full agreement with you… the weekends just aren’t long enough.
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I got a letter from a friend. It said:
“I feel slightly more mature. Mostly because I don’t get as easily excited anymore and I also get really tired.”
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Remember what God’s idea of rest was from the OT… 1 day of rest per week, one year of rest per seven years, and the year of Jubilee once every 49 years. That doesn’t even take into account the week long festivals, feasts, and celebrations they were to keep. I totally loved God’s plans for rest cycles. 🙂
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this is a fantastic comment in every way – thank you so much.
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