Why Tuesday is the new Friday

You know how some people live for Friday evening? The people who you might work with, who can’t wait to get down the pub to tell you all the latest, hottest office gossip?

If you don’t know anyone like this, then perhaps it’s you. Well, that’s cool – unlike Gary Vaynerchuk, I’m not here to judge.
The reason I bring up those who live for the weekend, or more specifically, Friday, is that after almost 17 years of working since leaving university, I am now one of these people. Yes, I’m one of those people that Gary Vee hates. But there’s a difference. I don’t live for Fridays. I’m not sitting here, waiting for it to be Saturday or Sunday either.

Instead, I live for Tuesday nights.

You might be thinking, what could possibly happen on one of the most nondescript days of the week?

Well before I tell you, let’s go back 6 months.

If you follow We Are Parable in some capacity, you would have probably seen that we took part in a nationwide project that saw us recreate the barbershop from Desmond’s and provide free haircuts and screen comedy films. Over 4 months, we travelled over 2,000 miles, visited 5 cities and had a whole lot of fun delivering, at the time was our biggest project to date.

However, during the run up to the start of the project, after we had been awarded funding, my wife and I started to talk about just how much work we would need to do in a very, very short amount of time. Then the talk shifted to me perhaps taking a step back from my 9-5, and working three days a week on We Are Parable.

I couldn’t believe it. Being able to wake up in the morning and work on something that you are genuinely passionate about for the whole day, without having to juggle a full time gig was something I could only ever dream about, and now, this was as close as I’d ever been to it.

I decided that – screw it, I’m going to do it. I geared up to have the “difficult conversation” with the 9-5. In fact, it turned out to be one of the easiest talks I’ve ever had with an employer. Who were they to stand in my way of my dreams, they said, and agreed to me reducing my time at the business to two days a week – a decision that I am continually thankful for. It was actually happening. Our business was in a position to (partly) support me. It felt amazing.

That was 6 months ago. And guess what? I’m still working on We Are Parable three days a week, and it still feels amazing. I can’t tell you what a joy working on something that I care about so intensely is. I thought that there would be some downside to working for yourself, and apart from the fact that you never really switch off (like, ever), there isn’t one. It’s actually everything I expected it to be and so much more.

Now, if you haven’t guessed already, Tuesday night is the night before Wednesday morning. Between Wednesdays and Fridays, I’m working on our business, I’m picking up the kids from school, sometimes dropping them off…sometimes I’m making a really nice meal for the four of us. I’m doing all the things that I usually never have enough time for – or better still, I have time for, but I never do them to a level that I’m happy with.

On Tuesday nights, I’m reminded why I started a business – there is a certain level of freedom that you just can’t get from anywhere else. Rather than be intimidated by every decision I make may having a massive impact on our business, I actively lean into it.

To me, Tuesday nights feel like how Christmas Eve used to feel when I was a kid – all that excitement and anticipation and the inability to sleep, giddy with all the things you might get up to the next day.

So, I live for Tuesday nights because my business has allowed me space to be me. And not the “me” that I haven’t recognised when I’ve worked in other organisation. No, the “me” that shows up Wednesday – Friday, is the real authentic “me”. And if We Are Parable stopped tomorrow, it is something I’d always be eternally grateful for it giving me that feeling.

I’d write more, but I’ve got too much to do, too much to think about – guess what night of the week I’m writing this on?