Saving Grace

When work first started, weekends meant action.
Ambitious goals were set. Targets must be reached.

To do the shopping that can't be done on weekdays.
To partake in the brunch/hi-tea specials that had to be missed because of work.
To catch up with friends and try to maintain relationships like they used to be when we were all still students.

Come Wednesdays - the mid-wk countdown begins.
Thursday nights - invites anticipation and sustained energy to stay on MSN to welcome Fridays. Fridays and it's wholehearted action!

That...was a few months ago.


Nowadays, yearning for the weekends officially begins on Monday.
Mondays are for reminiscing the past wkend that whizzed past.
Tuesdays are for the next weekend that seems oh so far.
And then begins the long-drawn and often agonizing wait, Wednesdays & Thursdays.
Come Fridays, there's no longer the guilt of wasting a precious night away if there's no scheduled visit to town or no meet- ups with friends. Would be grateful the workday didn't stretch till Saturday.


All I want to do now during weekends is to hole up at home to:

- Catch up on some much needed sleep in the comfort of the bed instead of having to sneak in a fitful doze on the cab that keeps emergency braking
- Spend alone time to reconnect with my feelings, listen to my heart instead of ignoring or shoving it admist the busyness of working
- Shed that plastic and obligatory smile and niceness necessary at work to express my mood on my face with no concealers
- Touch base with my family. To catch up on the happenings of the wk with my mum- without falling asleep. Or multitasking in front of the laptop. Or losing my temper, pent up from working, on her.
- Time out from work to ramble incoherently like I am now:)


There's no egging each other on to stay longer on MSN.
No pressure to meet up soon.
Smses are peppered with understanding 'go sleep soon' and ' have some rest' instead of
jeerin 'dun be a spoilsport, come out and meet us' when appts are missed during oldtimes

Maybe reality has struck
We probably have exhuasted the reserve energy from schooling days.
We can lament that the insidious effects of working life is seeping into us.
But perhaps, it's also because we've all matured.
We've become more undertsanding with a touch of pragmatism.
To know that we no longer can catch up and update one another every single day.
To understand that we can't expede the same effort much as we care and want to help.
Managing expections. Reducing demands.


Changes. There's no avoiding them.
Only one thing remains the same.
Weekends are such saving graces - to stay sane, real and who I truly am.
Thank God for them.