When The Weekend Ends...

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Is the value of my weekend intrinsically tied to the number of steps I clock in on my FitBit? Sometimes, I wish that it was. If It was, I’d feel comfortable stating that this past weekend was a success. No insane daily step count... but I achieved passable step counts well above my 10,000 step minimum. Good job, Paul.

Alas, my weekend’s success is measured by more than my step count. Yes, I surpassed my step count goals this weekend, but the whole weekend felt ordinary... boring.... uneventful. Lacking. I didn’t push myself. I didn’t do enough...

Now, here I find myself back at my usual work routine. Mourning the loss of the weekend past. Wondering how and why the weekend slipped through my fingers so quickly. Feeling guilty because I didn’t do all the wonderful things I wish I did.

“The grass is always greener on the other side.”

“Hindsight is a b*tch.”

“You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.

What keeps me moving forward is the fact that there’s always another weekend on its way. All those wonderful things I wish I did.... I can still do them. I am young. There’s still time.

I also like to remind myself that it’s okay be lazy every once in a while. (Once in a while - don’t allow it to become a pattern or - even worse - a lifestyle!) Next weekend is right around the corner and can be the huge adventure itching for. See you in five days!