As a seventh-grader, I read a short story called "Junius Maltby," by John Steinbeck. To say it altered my views on the nature of work would be an understatement. Combined with watching my father work eighty hours a week at a job he never really loved, it showed me a different path.
Humans are not meant to work so long and hard all the time. Reeducating myself has been and remains a struggle. Every time I take a moment's leisure -- to nap, to daydream, or to play music for no other reason but pure pleasure -- I must fight the societally imposed guilt that pops up.
So today, I dared to set aside the unrealistic work ethic for a few moments to play music of no great consequence, just because the feel of wood drumsticks playing open, timed diddles on a deliciously resonant practice pad was so marvelous.
May the coming weekend give us all a chance to do something for no other reason than pure pleasure and renewal.
Happy Friday and Shabbat Shalom.