Weekends

You know I was pondering the value of weekends this morning as I travelled to work.  They have always been a time for fun and relaxation, but their value has fluctuated in my life so far.

As a child I knew the weekend meant no school, but that didn't bother me really because regardless of what I said I liked school, since all my friends were there.  So the weekend at that time meant play time for me, but the value of a single weekend was very low.

Then when I became older, but still at school, let's say GCSE level, weekends started to take on but positive and negative connotations.  I loved the time I got off to lounge around, but I hated the time I spent at my saturday job, it was just a further chore. 

Then we move ahead a couple of years and I am doing my A levels, at this point weekends have lost some value, they still entail working at some saturday job and doing any homework, basically I just really liked the sleeping in, but also during A-level I had more time to myself during the days, so some of the value was lost.

Then there was uni, this is where weekends took a nose dive, they were very similar to every other day, except there was no occasional lecture getting in the way.  So weekends simply melted into week days, leaving no obvious difference.

But finally where I am now, every weekend and every holiday, no matter how small has significant value. They are days I look forward to.  I could comprehend why people liked holidays so much when I was younger, but not how valuable they can be.  It is strange, I have not been a full time worker for all that long, but perhaps it is because of the challanges I face daily that I have so quickly stepped into the roles of the full time worker that I did not understand when I was younger.

Bah, I'm sure most of you will just think this to be a pointless ramble, but it is something that I noticed today during one of those rare quiet moments.