Today is a good day. Crisp fall air makes me happy. So does the feeling of waking up late and knowing that you have time to brew your coffee slowely rather than rushing out the door with a clock-in time ahead of you at work.  Weekends give you a sense of freedom.  A sense that you have control over your own life and no boss telling you what to do, no lunch breaks, no bedtimes, and most of all, the knowledge that you can catch up, even though you seldom do.

I'd like to believe that we'd be happier if weekends didn't end... but then I wonder if maybe they'd just slowly lose their beauty to us because it's the rareness of a thing that makes us crave it.  We love the things that are extraordinary to us because they are different, exciting, and fresh.  So how do we keep this feeling alive?  This weekend-lust?  Maybe if we woke up everyday and took nothing for granted, we'd change.  We'd change the way we treated people, the way we treated our jobs, and most importantly, the way we treated our lives.

Just like in photography where you have to stop and notice the beauty of something and set your focus to capture it, so is life.  Sure, troubles come, some weeks are worse than others, and sometimes you want things and they don't come to you, but maybe instead of wanting more, we should want the things that we have.  Instead of focusing on wanting less, want more of the now and less of the future.  Focus on the season that you are in and the beauty in it.  I like to pass through life quickly and do things fast, because I am impatient.  But what if I slowed down and watched the sunset instead of the speedometer going faster...enjoyed the phone conversation now instead of the hope for meeting in person later...because simplicity is beautiful and just like 3 days out of 7 being so anticipated, less is more.