It’s five o’clock in the evening. The sun is still up, but lower, creating long shadows that contrast the warm light on my patio furniture that sits outside my office door. I hear my neighbors laughing, chatting, connecting as they grill their dinner in the backyard. It’s summer. And they grill almost every day during the summer. One day I might hand an empty plate over the fence and maybe they’ll fill it up.
It’s five o’clock in the evening. Many people are shutting down their computers and grabbing their things and heading to their cars after a too long yet too short day at work. They’re stepping outside for the first time since lunch and are anticipating drinks or dinner or taking off their shoes and lounging on their couches while they decompress. One day I might have a regular office job and a regular paycheck and maybe a regular longing for 5pm each day.
It’s five o’clock in the evening. I’m sitting at my desk excited about a full evening of work. I have some organization to do, some emailing, some marketing, and a ton of editing. I’m excited to get some things done before a big weekend which will include little office time. I’m excited to shoot a big fat wedding on Saturday with 400 guests with my friggin fave Chicago shooter who’ll be in town to shoot with me. I’m excited that I’ve been booked every weekend so far this summer. I’m excited that I’m excited about work. One day I might be excited about getting off work and having daily backyard barbecue’s and relaxing at 5pm each day.
But today…at 5pm…I’m excited to be exactly where I am.