Posted on: 13 Mar 09
This is my submission to the Photo Friday Challenge: The Weekend
You might be asking what this photo has to do with the weekend. Similar to it, this is the ‘light’ at the end of the week tunnel…in this instance, the beauty in what could simple be just a pond you pass by while walking through the desert. But it’s not. It’s something very beautiful. Here’s the promise of oasis to look forward to.
When I was a child and still in school, I used to count the days till the weekend and feeling so much happiness on Fridays. Then once Saturday comes, I thought to myself: Oh no, before I know it…it’s Sunday. Then MONDAY! [cry] I know it sounds torturous that I went through this every week. I should have just skipped the weekends and spared myself the wave of emotions. It was a vicious and scathing line of thinking. I honestly don’t know how I survived.
These days, although I do look forward to the weekends (and sometimes plead for it to come sooner), I have a different attitude now. I take it slow. I enjoy it a lot more than my young self. I’ve gained a different kind of appreciation for the weekend. I let myself have fun with my “schedule”, but play it by ear. If I don’t accomplish something I meant to do for the weekend, it’s okay. I just let myself be. I try not to worry about time. This is one reason why I do not like to be put on a schedule — on someone else’s schedule. I feel the same way about my weekends the way I do about my crafts projects: I like to play with them. I want each to be my own creation.
I’ve come a long way from my doom-and-gloom self-inflicted emotional and psychological suffering during the days of the week. I’ve learned to take each day as they are: I live for today. Sometimes when it’s not as good as my positive self hoped it would be, I just think that it’s the healthy food I don’t particularly like, but I know it’s good for me. Talk about being all self-help! Whatever works, right?
Life indeed has been more complicated since those fretful childhood years, but I grew up. I continue to grow up. It’s like the weekends to my weekdays: stumbling, making mistakes, getting confused…and then, discovery and revelation. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Photo Notes: Taken with a Nikon D80 with a circular polarizer at the Desert Botanical Garden’s Dale Chihuly Exhibit.