One Saturday Morning.
Saturday mornings are always nostalgic for me. I don't know why, I just always remember how special they were to me when I was a young boy. Saturday was easily the best day of the week. This was the day that I used to give kids an easy 20 in my YMCA or Boys and Girls Club basketball games. The day that my mom wouldn't have to threaten me with butt whoopins if I wasn't up the next time she came in that room. The day that all of my favorite shows came on. God definitely made Saturdays for the kids.
I woke up this morning around 7:30, in a good ass mood. I planned on sleeping in today, I guess that counts as sleeping in, because I had to be awake by 5:30 every day this week. I was in a good mood because I didn't HAVE to do anything this morning. That has to be one of the best feelings that an adult can have. I have things that I want to do, but nothing that is mandatory. I can just hang all day if I want to, and I just might. I might not even put clothes on. Might be a just draws day. Well it's too cold for that, but today is definitely #SweatpantsSaturday for me.
I love being a man, an adult. I love the responsibilities that come along with it. However, sometimes I do miss being a kid. Specifically a kid on a saturday morning. I wish that I had some homework right now. I wouldn't even consider doing it, I would definitely just copy somebody's on Monday morning, but I wish that I had some. These days, everybody is on their grind. 24/7 people are out here trying to get it! (let the gram tell it) I see y'all, but me? I need to rest every now and then in order for me to be productive. I can't chase my vision with sleep in my eyes. So I've decided that I'm gonna be a kid until about noon, then I'll get back to the grown up grind.