Saturday Void
It's strange but I feel embarrassed about being bored on a Saturday afternoon. There's a void that coffee can't fill.
I think the embarrassment comes from the implication that there's something about my personal time that lacks a certain energy that my working, corporate days fill. Am I really someone who seeks work on weekends?
I kinda am. It's gotten so bad that I have a hard rule for myself: Saturdays are Zero Days. Not allowed to do anything for work. Now Sunday is another story. But Saturday must contain nothing. No steps forward (against my urges).
This would ideally set a healthy boundary between me and my work. Of course, our time here has a lot more stuff than Work. As I write this now, I realize that maybe a thing that's so alluring about weekdays is the very clear sense of progression. There are daily goals and a sense of camaraderie in working towards them that is more apparent every morning at 09:00.
So now there is the void of Saturdays. It yawning. And maybe just accepting it is a good thing; Or the necessary thing.
The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long, after all.