Weekdays

Tell me what is so spectacular about life.

You work 5 days a week, if you're lucky, to provide for yourself or your family. The weekends are only 2 days long, and really, let's face it, we spend our Sundays dreading the start of work on Monday.

I never do fun things during the week. The evenings are strictly meant for recouping from working all day and taking care of other things around the house. I guess it's a complex left over from grade school when we weren't allowed to "go out" on school nights, whatever that meant at age twelve.

Last night, I made an exception. I only wish I'd done it earlier in the summer, so I could have known the joys of relaxing during the week.

I visited an old friend. Went for a Motorcycle ride. Spent the evening catching up on life, reconnecting with someone my age (which rarely happens, especially during the week).

When I got home, there was a message from my almost-3-year-old niece. When I called her back, we talked for a half hour, remembering fun things we've done together over the last year and a half. (I'm totally not making this up-she remembers that far back.)

And even though I stayed up later than I should have talking to her, it was the best night I can remember this summer.

There is something beautiful and sacred about reconnecting with people you love. It's a life force all its own.

Why don't I ever remember that?