Today I woke up and, to my surprise, noticed the reflection of the sun coming through my blinds. I could see the shadows of the trees moving outside, hear the birds chirping, and see the outline of my window against the wall. There was something about it that reminded me that I was safe at home.
After such a long week, I thought to myself, What is out there waiting for me today?
For a moment, I felt thankful just to wake up to a Saturday and see the sun. But almost as quickly, I felt that little jolt of anxiety about what the day could bring.
I could hear airplanes flying over my home, and I started thinking about the individuals sitting on those planes. Where are they going? How early did their day begin? Are they traveling toward something exciting, something difficult, or simply returning home?
Meanwhile, I was still lying there wondering what my own Saturday was supposed to look like.
Will today be calm? Should I be productive and get ahead on schoolwork? Should I take care of everything I didn’t have time to do during the week? Or should I just sit somewhere for a while and allow myself not to think about the next thing?
It made me wonder: What are Saturdays actually for?
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