It's no secret....I live for the weekends. By no means do I hate my job, I just don't like working. Each week I seem to wish the days away until Friday night, only for the weekend to rush by in the blink of an eye. I definitely don't think I am alone in this feeling, and I wish very much that I could learn to appreciate each day.
Yesterday, I had one of those moments where you stop in your tracks and suddenly realize something you take for granted is a HUGE blessing. Each day, I come home from work and after a kiss from the hubs, I run upstairs to put on some sweats. As I took off my dress pants, I laid them on the bed next to Chris' s. At first I thought "how cute! His and her's work pants!"
Suddenly, I realized a deeper meaning in this action. We are so blessed to both be working full time jobs. As annoying as the daily grind may be, there are so many struggling to find work and to make ends meet. Not only that, we were also privileged enough to graduate from college and attain white collar, comfortable jobs.
Many times, I get bummed out by our student loan payments, and feel like I am on a hamster wheel of working hard to pay back the education that gave me my job. However, this is blinding me of the blessings God has provided to Chris and I.
Im sure this idea won't drag me out of bed when my alarm goes off at 5:30 every morning, but it certainly changed my outlook on the weekday grind. I hope it provided you with some insight as well!
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