Sometimes, Saturdays seem huge. After a week of regulated time, in which
the structure of school and work tells you exactly what you'll be doing
from sunup (or before) to sundown (and well after), even a Saturday with plans feels like a large empty canvas. How will you fill in the white spaces? What colors will your final product contain?
The freedom of an unstructured day, a blank canvas, can be glorious. It
leaves room for no alarm (and a little oversleeping). It leaves time for
cooking from scratch (and a little shopping for ingredients). It allows
for staying up later if you want (but sleeping more if you need). On a
weekday, there may be surprises, but you basically know what your canvas
will look like by day's end. On a Saturday,
what you end up with could be anything from impressionist blobs of
color to harsh black and white photographic. While we may end some
Saturdays feeling as though we've accomplished nothing, there's always
something on that canvas, even if it's just a few lines. And, unlike
during the week, when we are "graded" on the final product, on Saturday, we can just enjoy the process, whatever that process produces.
I'll admit, I don't always like the abstract nature of Saturday.
Sometimes, I'd rather just have my assignment and get it done. But I
can't help but appreciate a little freedom, and I always like seeing the
canvas after a Saturday. It's different every week. It is a reminder that we are all artists, of one kind or another. Well, at least on Saturdays.
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