I’m trying to get into the habit of organising more things on Friday evenings.
After a long week at work, I usually feel pretty tired once Friday rolls round.
But whenever I make plans—whether its just Maru and I, or with friends—I wake up on a Saturday morning feeling like I’ve already had a weekend evening.
Of course the weekend isn’t actually any longer, it just feels longer.
And sometimes, we may not need a change in reality, but rather a change in our perception of that reality, to improve our quality of life.
That being said, I’d also accept a 4-day work week 😉