I know it’s not something a lot of people complain about.

I sorta wish more of us did, though.

I think that maybe the very best way to work and live and be in this world is having your Monday thru Friday something that you not only want to do, but something you kinda can’t wait to get back to doing.

Of course, I’m not saying the weekends aren’t awesome. They are. Well, I could do without the running-errands-for-a-few-hours. And the laundry. Oh, and cleaning the house. But other than that? Weekends rock.

I happen to believe that the weekdays ought to rock too.

The thing is, I don’t know too many people who’re super psyched when Sunday night rolls around. Not many who’re kinda bummed out that it’s Friday afternoon. Not a whole lot of complaining that Monday thru Friday went by so fast.

Which is sad, because when you’re spending most of your week doing something – i.e. your job – you shouldn’t just like it – you should love the heck out of it.

Maybe you do. And that’s awesome. Maybe you’re like that person I know who wakes up early on Monday morning as excited to get back to work as most people are to go on vacation.

Or maybe you don’t.

Maybe the thought of going back to work on Monday morning has you snoozing the alarm a couple extra times, just so you can put it off for another ten minutes.

But think about it for a minute:
“Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.” (~Aristotle)
What would life be like if your Monday-thru-Friday was as exciting a prospect as going on vacation was?

Would you ever even need a vacation? (Wait – I take that one back. Of course you need a vacation. Vacations rock. ‘Nuff said).

But what if?

What if your everyday was something you loved?

What if Sunday’s close brought you just that much closer to doing something that lit up your heart and your mind and your eyes and your soul?

What if instead of settling for what you think you’ve got to do, you started thinking about how you could be doing the thing that you were born to do?

The thing is, the journey from where you are now to where you want to be is just that – a journey.

Maybe a short one. Maybe a long one. Maybe an easy one, or maybe one that challenges you. I have no way of knowing, of course, which sort it will be. You might not even know which sort it will be. But I do know one thing – like all journeys, it begins with a single step.

Maybe a small step, but a step nonetheless. One step towards figuring out how to move from where you are to where you want to be. One step towards figuring out how to go from dreading Mondays, to actually loving them.

One step towards maybe complaining, just a bit, that the work-week is almost over.

~xo,
LuAnne