After a long week, I am very happy to be able to say that! Well, I am happy about it every week, not just today. I remember once saying this to a colleague and she said something that stunned me. She said, ¨Well, what do we do other than wish our lives away!¨ I thought it was a pessimistic response as well as a misunderstanding of what I said.
Being happy because the weekend has arrived does not automatically mean that you have been wishing for the weekend since the previous Sunday night. It can also mean that after fulfilling your obligations and doing your best all week it is a relief to know that there remains some time left for YOU. How you spend that time depends upon your situation, but it, at least for my part, can be a reward. This does not mean that you do nothing. In my case, this weekend I have about 200 exams to correct and record into a computer. Sounds riveting, doesn´t it? Well, it has to be done but I don´t mind. I will decide when I do it. That is the freedom that I am speaking of. The time. I can get up a bit later than usual on Saturday, take my time enjoying my coffee, stay in my pijamas if I feel like it and take the day from there. It is a wonderful feeling.
When I was in university, my father would tell me, ¨You will never know the value of free time until you work. And you will never know the value of work until you have free time.¨Those words have always stayed in my head. He is right. I know that some may snicker at the part that he would say about the value of work. Work has its merit. I remember what it is like to be unemployed. When I was single and living on my own in Málaga a few years back, I was employed as an English teacher in an English academy for about 10 months out of the year. I would have to work in a summer camp in July and in August there was very little work to be found. August in Andalucía is a bit of a graveyard in that sense. Shops, academies or even churches can shut down for ¨holidays¨. At any rate, I would have to start saving money to pay my rent around May or so. I would pay my landlady extra for the rent so that I could make ends meet when my income changed in August and September. In September, I would start working on the 15th or so. I remember the free time, and made the best of it (I am never bored) but I remember the worry about money. I remember being called, ¨boring¨ when I declined going out. I didn´t care if I was boring or not. I was proud to be living on my own, supporting myself and not depending upon living with a boyfriend as most of my female friends did. I look back now and would not change a thing. I learned the value of work.
So, on that note everyone, I will wish you a very happy Friday. Not with disdain for the work that we have with gratitude for what work and free time can teach us.
Incidentally, this will more or less be my exit tomorrow hahaha!