But for dear old me, it's office computer with a handful of colleagues working for the greater good of the company.
I am not complaining because it's bloody hot outside. A quick glance tells me the temperature is at least 35 degrees farenheit. That's a killer clime. I have just done some work which would earn me some money and at the same time, helped a friend with her work. What more can a person ask?
These days, I consider "everyday as a Sunday". The meaning of which is making each day special, or when everything comes your way and you really have nothing to complain about.
Some friends are already driving along the highway even as I type, taking their families to some nice hideaway for a much needed respite from the everyday grind. I am glad for them. Never put these little excursions off when you have the time and the inclination.
For example, yesterday I took my daughter for a workshop at Starbucks training centre. She's going to be a trainee Starbucks barista. It's something she wants to do during her summer vacation, away from her little mountain of books.
She has publicly announced that she wants to earn some pocket money to buy some personal items of value, like a nice handphone and maybe a DVD burner. Children these days have so many needs and so few rich dads.
So today is the second Sunday of the month and it reminds me that I have not attended Sunday mass for several weeks. If the parish priest finds out, I will have a lecture on my hands.
But I shall not delve into anything spiritual at this juncture. I believe God is great and he's never demanding like priests who constantly need a congregation to justify their nine years of hardwork at the seminary. Still, it's not nice to prejudge them. Jesuit priests are nice, diligent guys who are constantly working for the greater glory of God, or Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam.
Personally, I like slow days like today. Work gets off on a flying start in the office and by 3pm, we are done for the day. We don't get too much of such days but when we do, we savour them, much like precious caviar.
Yesterday was one of those crazy Saturdays when I was on my feet from 7am. By the time, I have finished all I wanted to do, it was already 10pm. I have walked, stood or crouched for more than 14 hours. Anything but lying on my back.
Physically exhausting day but at the end of which, I was amply satisfied that I had a very productive outing and the family was satisfied that they too had a good day. All days should be like that. Hence, the title of this thread - Make any day a Sunday!
All days of our lives must be lived to their fullest. It is an awful cliche but it fits the description. Never let a day be reduced to its pale shade of dullness. I frown on days which are wasted on such a premise.
As human beings, we are doing ourselves a great disservice by not fulfilling our potential. We should beat every ounce of goodness out of every day of our wonderful lives. That's the way it should be for us. Amen.
Here's Sunday to all of you wonderful people.
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