Living for the weekend means five days a week you’re just waiting.

Splitting a week into two days that count and five that do not means writing off most of your life in advance. The five days still happen. You are still in them, still talking to people, still spending hours that are not coming back, only now with the added feeling that none of it is the real part.

Find something in the middle of the week worth being there for. One class, one person you like talking to, one hour of something that is yours. It does not have to compete with Saturday. It only has to be enough that Wednesday stops being a corridor.