I was inspired to ponder the days of the week after reading Gary Vaynerchuk's Medium article, "I F*cking Hate Friday." If you're interested, you can read it here. He's blunt and there's language, but his message makes you rethink Friday.
After I finished the article, I started thinking about all the days of the week, and here are my thoughts on each one:
Monday: Generally, it's the despised day of the week. I mean, how would you like to be the day of the week that comes after two glorious days off? People drag themselves out of bed on Mondays. The snooze button is hit more often, and coffee intake is dramatically increased.
Tuesday: The day of the week that seems to get the least attention. No one really cares about Tuesday. It's just there.
Wednesday: Proverbial hump day. Two days down before it and two days left after it. It's the halfway point where people either have the attitude of the glass is half full or the glass is half empty. There seems to be a love/hate relationship with Wednesday.
Thursday: Kind of getting the reputation of a party day. Thirsty Thursday sound familiar? It's a party day, because the end of the week is almost here and you can get through Friday with a hangover since there's only one more work day left. Plus, a lot of people get paid on Thursday. It's a favorite day in some circles: payday and party day.
Friday: We love Friday. It signifies the end of the work week. It's the day everyone has been waiting for all week long. And. It's. Finally. Here. It seemed like it took forever to arrive. Not a lot gets accomplished on this day. I mean, why work so hard when the weekend is almost here? You can't do much until Monday anyway, so it's a throw away day.
Saturday: The "love to sleep in, stay in bed because I'm hungover day." The greatest part about Saturday is that you can be hungover a majority of the day and recover just in time to go out again that night. It's the day where you can do just about anything. It's the middle of the weekend and there is still one more day. Throw caution to the wind, my friend.
Sunday: Tricky Sunday. It's marvelous, because you can still sleep in and have a relaxing day. However, suddenly there's the alarm that goes off in your head at some point in the late afternoon or early evening. It's the "oh sh*t, I have to work tomorrow" alarm. It's the panic button of getting everything done that you should have done yesterday but put off.
I'm sure you have your own spin to each day of the week, but face it. We think of each day differently, and each one has its own connotation.
What if we thought differently though?
What if we treated each day the same, like it's the most amazing day ever? Because, honestly, it is. Each day is an absolute gift. We get the same 86,400 seconds with no more or no less. What if we cherished that day with no thought to what day of the week it was? We just enjoyed it for what it was, a day to make of it what we want? No guilt and no regrets.
Here's your challenge if you choose to accept it: Starting tomorrow, reframe each day. Look at that day and enjoy it for what it is. Don't attach a connotation to it. Wake up in the morning and say, "Hello, day! I'm glad you're here." Then get after it and make it rock!
I'm a lover of life, an eternal optimist, and I have an intense desire to add value through simple living and positive vibes.