Weekend Self vs Weekday Self

I’m realizing there’s a stark difference between how I am and what I think about between weekends and weekdays. I already knew this as soon as I started my first job out of college, and I’ve given this some thought before, but this time it is something more real because this distinction is something I willingly create.

It used to be that I wanted to make my “weekday self” different from my weekend self because I thought it was the way I would succeed at work. I had to be a certain kind of person at work; I have to do and say the perfect things all the time, and there was a lot of pressure. These days, while I still know that I have to be a certain kind of person at work, the person I think I have to be doesn’t have a superficial basis. What I have to be is a leader, be responsible and accountable, and do good work. Whether I say the perfect things is irrelevant, as long as I explain things well and show my skills through actions, then I’m golden.

Now, even if I’m on my weekday self most of the week, my “weekend self” is more important to me – this is the self that tells me what my heart truly desires, and what kind of person I want to become (compared to what kind of professional I want to be at work with my weekday self). The more I empower this weekend self, the better I feel. The more I think I’m contributing to the world, and exercising my values, the more my existence feels natural.

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The Answer to This Quote Right Now

It’s Sunday evening and our 3-day weekend is now just tapering off. It was a wonderful weekend spent with friends, going out to lunch and dinner multiple times throughout the break. It didn’t start off as well as I wanted because a lot of people I know were out of town and there was nobody to see the fireworks with, but I ended up seeing a glimpse of two fireworks shows from the convenience of my apartment. It was a pleasant surprise. If I had gone to Navy Pier to see the city’s official display of fireworks, I probably would’ve been inconvenienced by the crowd of people that events like this attract, and I would’ve only seen that one fireworks show that I see almost every year. But I saw TWO fireworks show, both of which I haven’t seen before since I always go to Navy Pier.

Sometimes the universe surprises you with more pleasant things than what you’d originally asked for.

I’m at Starbucks and I will be writing my analysis paper on General Electric’s marketing strategy for my independent study class. However, before I do so, I’m basking in this nice evening by the window, sipping a lovely serving of chai.

While I’m here, for some reason the image below recurred in my mind throughout the weekend:

If you are to ask me what I think is the answer to the question where my mind wanders, I think I know what the answer is right now. Previously, I had a feeling I knew what it was but wasn’t too sure. But now I have a better sense of certainty, even if it’s not 100% yet.

It’s this: traveling, writing stories, doing yoga and meditating/praying. All of which are rooted in connection and inspiration, both of which I seek for myself, and I want to create for others.

I feel so much more empowered to pursue my dream of living abroad. All I see is opportunity. I know it will be a big change, and perhaps a challenging move, but my gut this telling me there is no better time, and that I have enough resolve to make it happen. I must make it happen.

I just need to plan certain things, like create a plan on what I want to do, what my goals are, the time duration, line up financial resources. And I know I can make it happen. This is a promise to myself: I will do my best to make this happen, no matter how hard, especially when it’s hard.