I’ve come to realize over the last few weeks that Wednesdays? Always. Seem. To Suck.
I could never quite figure out why. It would be a crazy day and I’d feel frantic or our plans would be derailed and I would look and say, “Oh my god! It’s Wednesday! Why is this always happening?!” I’ve got it now though – it just hit me as I sat at my desk unmotivated to do anything.
Wednesday is simply to far removed from the weekends.
On the weekends I get to be who I feel like. We go to a show or to dinner. We play with the kids. We work on the businesses or the house. We watch movies. We have 2.5 (or on lucky occasions even 4 or 5) days to be together in our world.
By the time Wednesday rolls around that rosy weekend glow is wearing off. We’re too far into the week to not start being jaded by work and too far from the next weekend to get excited. It’s the peak of the stress caused by not having a job that “calls” me. (Don’t get me wrong. I actually do enjoy my work most of the time, but it’s still just a job. It challenges my mind but doesn’t speak to anything necessarily important to me. And the corporate world brings along too much bullshit for me to handle sometimes.)
I was driving into the office this morning and passed empty retail spaces and store fronts – one after another – in older neighborhoods and old buildings. They had character, not cubicles. Each time I got a picture in my head of walking in in the morning turning on lights, unlocking doors and starting my day running a place of my own. The image is so clear I simply can’t believe it isn’t where I’m supposed to be. Someday. Sooner, rather than later, I hope.