I Cannot Believe I Have a Three-Day Weekend

A three-day weekend is unusual in my line of work.

Retail, even big box retail, is all about the holidays. Thankfully, our buildings are closed on all major holidays. But the day before and the day after are crazy busy. The day before consists of all the last-minute shoppers who “just need one thing.” And then they arrive at the checkout with their cart brimming with other items they thought they would get “since they were already here.”

A traditional three-day weekend consists of the Saturday, Sunday, and then the Monday holiday.

Government three-day weekends are usually four-day events, with many having the Friday before the holiday off, too. Of course, there are those who turn three into four or more just because they can. And while right now I cannot do that, I support those who can.

READ: My love/hate relationship with the holidays

I am philosophically in favor of three-day weekends.

As our summer draws to a close, I think we all need a three-day weekend. The idea of taking a few days to reflect and focus on family and friends is appealing. And while this will be good for many, I am concerned about the aftermath of the three-day weekend.

Mask less, social-distancing less gatherings dramatically increase the threat of sharing the coronavirus.

And many will do that over their three-day weekend. I think we all are getting tired of COVID 19 and the impact it is having on our lives. With millions out of work and distance learning becoming the new normal, “we are not in Kansas anymore.” Our collective frustration over the virus is showing itself in adult temper tantrums and almost panicked behaviors.

So, what do I think about having a three-day weekend?

I am darn glad to be a part of it. Now my three-day weekend doesn’t begin until I get out of work Saturday night. However, I then have Sunday, the Monday Holiday and then Tuesday off. That’s three days in a row. It’s like Christmas in September.

And while there is much to do around the house, much of that I will consciously NOT do.

My three-day weekend will be a celebration of self-care. Now I will get on the tractor and spend several hours mowing. Sunday night several family members are coming over for an outdoor bon fire. We will all socially distance and take turns roasting marshmallows for smores.

Then, at dusk, there will be fireworks.

The Monday holiday and then Tuesday will include lots of time in the yard, soaking up the sun. While I may look at my project list, my attitude is that the list will still be there after my three-day weekend is over.

Getting a three-day weekend was not in my control, but my attitude towards it is.

READ: I didn’t time-travel this past weekend

I get to decide how I will use the time. It is my attitude towards my days off that had me take a six-hour road trip to get supplies for our Sunday night bonfire. And I am controlling how I think about today as I get ready for work. For tonight when I leave, I begin my three-day weekend.

The weather is forecasted to be ideal and I am planning to have an ideal attitude about my three-day weekend.

My concealed depression is written under the alias “Depression is not my boss.” I have certifications in SMART Recovery and am a Global Career Development Facilitator.

Diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder last year, I am sharing what I learn.

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