The Price of Time



It is Friday. Many of us live in a culture where we must put a price on our life for 260-262+ days out of the year (roughly 71.5% of our year)... and yearn for our beloved Friday. And yes, I mean it when I say that we sell our lives away for the "right" (but repeatedly wrong) price. This is what is happening when we agree to an hourly pay/annual salary to do things that drain our light, make us question our worth, and accept behavior the chisels away at our sanity and health.


No amount of pay, recycled titles, or employee discounts will ever be worth your soul. "Happy Friday" has morphed into a blessing we bestow on our colleagues as encouragement and an entrypoint to a mini holiday. "You are here. You made it." It deserves acknowledgment. Don't believe me? We even begin celebrating our freedom on Thursday, or rather "Friday Eve." πŸ˜„


Friday originates as a day for the goddess Venus. She rules love, sex, beauty, fertility, and...victory. We don't talk about it enough, but often, Friday does feel like a small victory over the persistent dread of selling pieces of life we can never get back. We tell ourselves that 2.5 days of being able to be our authentic selves and enjoy what life is really about is somehow a victory. And in many ways, it is. I encourage you to enjoy your victory by feeding your heart and soul this weekend. Let it remind you of all the things you truly wish to do outside of "getting by." Live.


Art:πŸ’§πŸŒΈπŸ’” loves me not πŸ’”πŸŒΈπŸ’§by @virgin.art


Love,

Gabbi


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