so anyway I had this wall calendar and every single day before I went home I'd get a sharpie and draw a big X through that day. Fridays after work I'd mark off Saturday and Sunday, so that was pretty awesome. That feeling that another day was gone was great, and I wanted to relish it, it was a highlight... being done with it.
Flash four years: today I looked up at my wall calendar and realized that it was still turned to March. there were no days crossed off. days happen, and they're all different, and all cool, and the best part of the day is no longer the end. I feel pretty lucky about the whole thing. it turns out you can like your job and your life from Monday through Friday, contrary to what you hear on the radio... it can be okay.