Waking up yesterday, Saturday morning, was not only a shift to waking consciousness, but a new one altogether. Twiddling my toes under the blanket, I began dreaming up all the weekend-licious fun I was going to have that day. A jolt of memory then – “I’m resigning because I’m starting my own company”, I messaged to my manager at a large corporation earlier in the week. My last day was racing toward me. The first Saturday of my transition had dawned.
Beginning to run my own schedule – how much I work, when, with whom – I realized how un-ergonomic it has always felt to work 5 full days and then have 2 days off. My best days include a mix of work and play. So I decided that every day can be used like any other – another sun’s bead on a string whose tail nests over the horizon. Time-agnosticism is in and the weekend is out.