We’ve almost made it…it’s Friday. Only a handful of precious hours stand between us and the weekend.
The hours are not any longer, though they may feel longer.
And even though that sweet prospect of relaxation and leisure are on the other side of today, we don’t quit on the day in the morning. We don’t even quit in the afternoon. We play every minute, we leave everything on the field.
That way we can go into the weekend with a clear head, knowing that we’ve done our best work.
Only then can we pause, for two glorious days of rest, and return refreshed.
Home is there, on the other side of today, and it will be there whether or not we work…so do the work. Trust me, it’ll make the days off sweeter.