As I sit at one of my favorite restaurants feeling defeated by the day, I think about how much we live for the weekend. I know it’s not just me because I look down my timeline and I see old and young people waiting and wishing for a glimpse of hope from Friday. Someone once told me to stop living for the weekend because it was as if we were wishing our lives away. It’s very true, but I just think it’s a habit. I also think it’s apart of what our jobs are and how strenuous the careers are on us.
Most of us are at jobs that wouldn’t be considered our dream jobs. A lot of people actually hate their jobs and are only there because the bills won’t pay themselves. It’s very sad that most will never have a job that truly fulfills us. My dad has been on his job for over 20 years. How?! I’ve never worked at a company for more than 3 years. It’s as if I’m never really satisfied and I’m ready for the next big thing, hoping it’s the game changer.
I don’t know if it’s the millennial in me, or the jobs nowadays aren’t like they used to be. Maybe it’s the Toxic work environments? Maybe this generation just loves the idea of searching and wanting more. Not that I live for the search of more, but I definitely realize that I deserve better. One day I’ll have a job that doesn’t make me wish my life away. Or maybe that’s just how society works. Either way, it’s the weekend and I’m going to enjoy it until dreadful Monday comes. Be Sweet.