Friday, as the end of the workweek, is supposed to be a day to look forward to, a day when you can feel the metaphorical yoke lifting off your shoulders, however briefly. But, because my music lessons were on Friday, that day had become stressful for me. It’s not that I didn’t like the lessons. I did. But I’d run out of energy and brain space, and I was not only sometimes failing to meet my composition deadlines, but also putting myself in danger of missing my work deadlines. Having quit my lessons last week, today I had my first Fridaylike Friday in eons, and it was awesome.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Friday, as the end of the workweek, is supposed to be a day to look forward to, a day when you can feel the metaphorical yoke lifting off your shoulders, however briefly. But, because my music lessons were on Friday, … Continue reading