Fridays...

So another Friday is here again. All week I can't wait until it is Friday. Why is that? It is not like the rest of the week is horrible. Do I love sleep so much that the idea of staying up late Friday and sleeping in Saturday makes me change how I perceive my days? Weekends mean a chance to spend time at home, time with friends, time with family. Their is no rush on the weekends like there is on weekday nights. Monday through Thursday night, if I do something with friends, I rush home to get to bed early... but Friday night and Saturday night can go a bit later (not too much later... I am getting old you know).

I want to change that perspective on life. I want each day to hold a longing to live life. I want to jump out of bed praising and thanking God and I want to make the most of the time I have on this earth. I don't want to get to the end of my life wishing I had "lived" more. I want to stop worrying and take some leaps of faith.

Quotes from the movie "Hitch":

"Life is not the amount of breaths you take, it's the moments that take your breath away".

"Begin each day like it was on purpose."