I fucking hate Friday. I really do. I’m blown away by people celebrating the end of the week.
Like the weekend is your escape from your reality.
At its basic form, if you genuinely celebrate Friday, you need to rethink your entire fucking game. You need to rethink life.
I mean, it’s super simple.
Right now, there’s so many people debating the pedestal of workaholics and hustle and grind. I think it’s actually an interesting conversation about work-life balance. But I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about if you genuinely dislike what you do so much that you beg for Friday. This has to stop.
I know that it’s July 4th weekend and it’s the biggest weekend of the year.But if you’re upset to be at work on Wednesday than you have lost. Please take this time to reflect. Are you happy? Are you doing what you want to be doing? Are you on the right track? Are you in control?
Maybe it’s time to break the pattern. Do something different. Change.
Listen, I lived this for 12 years. Definitely nine at least. I used to run to Friday when I was in school, and I hated Sunday night with my entire heart.
The thought that this is so many people’s work lives, which will be the disproportionate percentage of how they live breaks my heart. It breaks my heart. I’m not writing this article to explain how lucky I am or how cool it is that I love what I’m doing. I’m writing this article so that I can get one person to be like, “Fuck, he’s right. Like what the hell am I doing here?”
If I can get one person to do that, I’ve won.
Friday cannot be the best day of the week, because if it is, you’ve already lost and you need to figure out how to fix that. Whether that’s your side hustle from 7 p.m. to midnight, or whether that’s networking from 7 to 9 p.m. with other job opportunities, and whether that’s taking a financial step backwards to take a job that you love that you can grow up into, please do not waste the next 5, 10, 15, 20, 30 years of your life and allocate 30, 40, 50, 60% of your time to doing something that you actually hate.
Don’t cheer for the weekend. Cheer that you actually have it figured out.
