I love saturdays because:1) It's gym day. On weekdays I am only able to squeeze in a 1.5 hrs max for my workout, twice a week the most. But Saturday is the day that I walk in lazily and ask for a complete body workout and spend about 4 hours in there. And on sundays I feel superfit, checking out my toned bod.
2) I catch up on my reading on Saturdays. Not just books, but paperwork, and blogs. I would call it super multi-reading day since I multi-task all week long. Right now I am reading my book, blogging, searching for inspirational ideas for the 10th awards ceremony. Help, anybody?
3) Regardless of how hot the weather is outside, I always have time to enjoy my Lebanese breakfast of halloumi cheese, Zaatar, olives, cucumbers, tomatoes and pitta bread washed down by a strong, extra sweet tea with milk. Luxury is defined as me in my jammies, heavy breakfast, in the garden house, with the papers then a book, lounging in the heat and chitchatting with my grandparents as they move about the garden.
4) If I went out on a Sat evening, it usually is a celebration. Most people regret this day, others hate sunday nights all because they know they'll have to wake up early the next morning and head to work and it's the beginning of a long, dreary, tiring week. Since I now look forward to the future, I anticipate the new week and hope that wonderful things come to me, for tomorrow is synonymous with a beautiful and exciting day. And don't forget, that I look forward to seeing hottie a work.
( I wish that you all find hot crushes at your workplaces: mild infatuations that do not turn into obsessions. Your job will become spiced: salted and peppered and lemon zesty too, lol. And notice how the weight will suddenly drop and you will start paying attention to your looks. My God I look gorgeous these days, it's all those puppy love raging hormones.lol)
----------------------------------------------------------------------------therapy update: I was stuck in traffic yesterday and had a hard time finding a parking and I flipped. Nearly lost it, but as soon as I remembered my therapy sessions, the fumes coming out of my ears got extinguished and as annoyed as I was with them, I had no right to punish them for my foul mood. And before I knew it, TA-DA, back to being the sweet, belle of the ball and I did get lots of attention too (which I love, btw, considering my narcisstic personality).
Till we meet again,
Sedeso
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