I call people on Sundays on occasion. I do three-ways on Sunday. I work on web pages on Sunday. I sign people up on Sundays. Heck, I’m writing this blog on a Sunday. Every once in a while someone asks me why they would want to join me in my business when I have to work on Sunday’s.
I’m always amazed at that question. They don’t see that I’m not building my business on Sunday because I have to, I’m building on Sunday because I love what I’m doing. I almost never know what day of the week it is.
Still, I’m sympathetic for people who start to feel sick to their stomach at about 7:pm on Sunday evening because they have to go back to work in the morning after a weekend off. I remember those days. I loved 3:30 in the afternoon on Fridays, knowing I would be off work until 7:am Monday.
Friday nights were my favorite because I had the whole weekend in front of me. Then I loved Saturday mornings because they always felt like freedom. Sleeping in as long as I wanted was like heaven. Then Sunday morning was great because I could read the sports section in bed with a great cup of coffee.
But I hated Sunday evenings more than I disliked any other time of the week. Anticipating Monday morning was worst than Monday morning itself. My stomach would begin to grind. I knew I had to get to bed early, but I wanted to stay awake as long as possible to delay the inevitable start of my day the next morning. Sunday night was my weekly time in hell.
Now I almost laugh when someone asks me if I have to work on Sunday. I know in just a few hours on Sunday evening, their feelings about Sunday are going to do a 180 and their guts are going to begin to let them know that tomorrow begins a new week in corporate servitude.
Gosh, I love that I love to work on Sundays.