Maybe weekends exist so that you can relax. Sometimes this works really well. Getting up late, hanging around, eating or just zapping for hours. However, sometimes I kinda feel like weekends are there so that you can do all the stuff you failed or forgot to do during the other five days of the week. And no, I’m not talking about drinking alcohol, because you didn’t have the time to before the weekend.
A weekend can be the time for personal creativity, for all the ideas and visions to pursue, for all the interesting things to figure out. And then…all of a sudden…the weekend is over…