Fridays are a lot like Christmas: you get excited, but secretly hope that this one is better than the last.
I think the magic of Friday is greater than cessation of work. It is more than "the most painful and miserable 5 days of my life are over". The American working psyche is able to magically wash away Monday thru Friday - POOF! It's Saturday.
Friday is great because of Saturday. Of course, you say, but without Saturday, there is no Promise of something greater. Sunday is the Day of Rest. More disturbingly, it is the day before Monday.
Saturday is the sweet spot in the week. Not working. Not worried about Monday. I can do something useful, creative, and best of all, my decision. Saturday is the banner waved in the face of expected and accepted servitude - the J O B. I have the financial security of Monday coming, while living in the Possibility of Saturday. I can try things, indulge a hobby, go somewhere new.
I can be a human being of promise. The troubling question to me, is why can't we have more Saturdays?
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