When you conjure up thoughts of your ideal Saturday morning, which scenario most fits your image?
Option 1: It’s only 10:30 a.m. and you’ve already put in your five-mile run, stopped by the farmer’s market to buy a week’s worth of produce and called your mom to catch up. You’ll have time to run a few errands and grab that coveted mocha latte before meeting your girlfriends for lunch.
Option 2: It’s 10:30 a.m. and the sun is streaming into your bedroom. You’ve just slept for a peaceful, restful nine hours and plan to continue your laid-back morning in your p.j.s with a bowl of fruit and the current novel you’re reading. And you’re not answering the phone until noon.
Some of my favorite Saturdays have fit one extreme or the other. To me, the wonderful thing about Saturdays is that they can go either way. But if I have too many lazy ones, I feel as if I’m not taking full advantage of my weekends. If I have too many totally productive Saturdays, I feel as if I should kick back a bit.
What’s your take?