#3 Friday Feeling
Counting down the days is a youthful blunder. The calendar, mine has photos of New York, holds events all year round, some more significant than others. A birthday, more and more weddings, a trip to Comicon and even just a Friday or a Saturday. Ticking off four to five days a week can have a knock on effect, when suddenly life seems so precious and there is a longing for more time. Not many people in their earlier years truly recognise that more time would benefit us greatly. To my knowledge only Romeo, of So Solid Crew fame, at a young age was wise to it. When given 21 precious seconds, he complained "I need more time, give me 29, seconds to chat this rhyme." People, those we know and those we merely witness living their daily lives, always offer phrases we think we can relate to; Live every moment, make the most out of every minute and so on. Pick them apart though and can we actually live by the motto?! The daily grind including but not limited to an hours commute on the tube, stairwells at the tube station, tourists on the stair well in the tube station and the temperature of the underground. Imagine trying to make the most out of every moment when upon entering the central line at Ealing Broadway, the journey not ending until Liverpool Street station 45 minutes later, your bladder notifies the brain it's reached its limit. What does a Monday have to offer and why has it been imprinted that a Monday is full of negativity, hangovers and sometimes guilt? The Monday commute as far away from an expression of fully immersing yourself into every minute as humanly possible. In other countries around the world, such as Bangladesh, the weekend does not fall on a Saturday and Sunday, thus, Monday is another beautiful day. Working the 9 to 5 as Dolly Parton would have wanted us to, or the 8 to 6 that your charity sector CEO getting paid the big bucks would have wanted us to, or the 12 - 16 hours if you're NHS staff working under a Torie Government would have wanted us to, is part and parcel of the daily grind. Only 3,600 Lotto millionaires don't have to work having won the lotto, the rest of us even some of the 1 per cent have to do something at some point throughout the day to earn some money to pay for everything bar the air you breathe. Food, water, shelter and the necessities to live and then your TV, internet, phone and all the things which the media media make you think you need to live all make those hours a little bit more bearable. Counting down the hands to the end of your shift means you're proactively clocking up the younger years and checking out of some of the good bits. Your Mother or father, carer or housemate that is forever warning you to 'make the most out of it' is not trying to get you to see the best in everything but merely trying to get something out of most of it! Your *insert coffee provider here* coffee in the morning, the meme that tickles you on Facebook, completing a level on Candy Crush, the deers relaxing under a tree on your lunch break, the act that your friend at work hates everything more than you and so on an so on. Putting value on your day and appreciating it rather than looking on to the amount trip in 3 weeks time hopefully means that you'll slowly ease yourself in to being 80... Maybe you would have been too busy to really appreciate Netflix and when you finally are allowed to retire and if the Government haven't squandered away all your pension on brokering DUP deals and such like, and you can afford a TV you will not look back and how short and sweet life was but still be embracing the now. I've been caught up on the horrendous Love Island. I never thought I would say that. I've been sober for three weeks and my favourite thing to do is watch Love Island at 9pm and go to bed after. I'm embracing it. I had a costa today and the last couple of days I've had Tdziki. I wore purple socks, the same pair, two days in a row. I don't write home about it but I'm not sitting waiting for the morrow. The morrow waits for no man. Frank Full, by Frank Fallon
