One of my favorite rap songs, called "Sunday Morning" by K-OS, features this catchy refrain: "Every day is Saturday night, but I can't wait for Sunday morning! Sunday morning!"
I fell in love with that chorus during a time in my life when every day really did feel like a Saturday night. Now, with our two kiddos in the house, every day feels more like Monday around 2 p.m. when your coffee has formally worn off. But the second half of the line still feels true -- I can't wait for Sunday morning.
For the early riser, it brings a particular peace and quiet unlike any other. For the Sunday morning service-goer, it infuses a sense of hope for the week ahead and, probably, offers free, resplendently sugary donuts and coffee. For those of us who make the most of Saturday night and the wee hours that follow, Sunday morning does not mind. It offers a respite from work and chores. It says, "Go ahead. Sleep in. You'll still have a full day ahead of you when you get up at noon." It is the gracious start to the week that we rarely deserve, but are always grateful for.
For these reasons, it has been such a pleasure to write a Sunday morning column. However, this is my last Sunday column. As of next week, I will be featured on Fridays. And while I'm sure the difference will have only a slight effect on my writing, I don't know that I will be able to help myself.
Friday mornings are their own, awesome breed. Much like the moment right before you sink your teeth into a delicious-looking brownie is even better than the moment you
actually taste it ('cause it's never as good as it looks, is it?), Friday mornings are rife with the feeling of gleeful anticipation.
It's your last day at work for the week, and maybe, just maybe, you'll take a long lunch break and leave a hair early because everyone understands. It's Friday! It's time to consider the weekend and all it might hold. Will you finally try that new restaurant? Catch up with your best friends? Take a trip out of town with the family? Stay up all night finishing that awesome book? Maybe you'll prepare for a project at home -- paint something or build something? The possibilities are endless.
So endless, that they must include the likely end result: you will end up sitting on the couch, stomach hurting from eating the whole pizza you swore you'd save half of, scrolling through Netflix offerings endlessly as you realize you're pretty exhausted and maybe, even though it's only 9:30, it's bedtime.
That's ok. I'm right there with you. When you're giddy on a Friday at the thought of your weekend, I will share your giddiness. If you're looking for something to do, I'll highlight my own best bets from time to time. And if the week has been so full of nonsense you just need to vent, I'm sure I will have some venting to do for the both of us.
So follow me to Friday and we'll find our new rhythm together. In the words of Rebecca Black's "Friday," a song that I actively dislike, but is still pretty catchy: "Yesterday was Thursday. Today it is Friday. We-we-we so excited, we so excited!"
Natalia Naman Temesgen is an independent contractor. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org