Friday’s are such weird days. They are the beginning of the weekend. That short stretch of (in my case) 55 hours before the next 120 hours of work. The emotional spectrum of a week is really interesting. Monday there is this feeling of dread that births from the darkness. You know that there are 5 entire days between you and your next weekend.
Tuesday is not much better than Monday. I’d even go as far to say that Tuesday is somehow worse. It’s this wrong time, not far enough through the week to be refreshing and not early enough to be mysterious. You already know what you have in store for Tuesday by the end of your Monday.
Wednesday is the mythical hump day. That middle point in the week where you’ve already conquered two days and emotionally come out clean (one hopes). I don’t know how I feel about Thursday genuinely. I get angry at it sometimes. Thursday is not Friday and that’s something that it will always be judged against. It teases you with the prospect of some time off.
Friday is the longest day of the week. It takes me back to high school and how the last hour of school was longer than all the hours before it. It reminds me of a quote:
“Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. THAT’S relativity.” – Albert Einstein
You can taste all those things you’ll do this weekend. Cook, clean, write, dream, maybe draw something. Maybe you’ll sort magic cards or get some exercise in. Each weekend has the promise of being something transformative and wonderful. I don’t know about you but it is strange how well I can waste a weekend. I’m hoping this weekend will be different.
I’ll be going to bed in 9 minutes, maybe less by the time I post this. See if I can wake up early, smell the morning air. Draw something, write something, do – something. I thought about it a while back, all those times I’ve posted a little something on twitter or Facebook. If you approached a writing project like that. Little bits anytime you have the time for them add up quickly.
Fifty words randomly once an hour during your waking day comes out to 400 words a day. That’s 2,800 words a week. When you consider that this post is 414 words as of that is, well that’s not bad. That’s a few words shy of a full page single spaced.
That’s not bad at all. Something to consider.
I wonder how many thousands of words I’ve written on this entire website? Awful lot of words for so little.