For a while, I thought it was Saturday. Saturday seems like the perfect candidate for favorite day of the week. Being sandwiched between a day you can stay up later and another day off from work you would think it's a real winner.*
*Of course, unless you work retail, then none of this applies to you whatsoever. Been there, done that.
I suppose I love Friday because it gives me something to look forward to. It's the breath of relief from a hard worked week, and the guarantee of two days to rest.*
*Of course, I write this at an odd time in my life having been unemployed for the last four months. Pretty much every day is a day of rest.**
**Don't take me seriously. I have been actually 'working at home' and completing a lot of personal goals, not just sitting around relaxing.***
Fridays should mean a big party. The week is done, it's time to celebrate. Sure, maybe I didn't finish everything I planned to, but whether or not my work goals are completed, the week is. As long as I gave it my best, that's worth celebrating.*
*I'm always looking for a reason to celebrate.
Celebrating the end of the week looks different for everyone, and with many it becomes a tradition. For some, Friday night is always pizza and a movie. For some, it might mean family game night. For the longest time, in my family, it meant dinner together--namely my dad's famous hot wings.
The last year I taught third grade, my students really embraced my love for Fridays. In the morning when I would greet them as they walked into my classroom many would say, "Happy Friday!" grinning from ear to ear up at me. There was one student in particular who would always come over to me on Friday mornings and say, "I know you're happy today. It's Friday!"
One of my coworkers would do "Fun Fridays" with her class. I might have been a little biased because I love fun and I love Fridays, but I thought, "Yes! This is what it's about."
I'm a little over dramatic and over celebratory, but I think we should find joy in small things.
Even if it is only a day of the week.