I’ve been thinking about Tuesdays.
As a kid, Tuesday was a dreadful & insignificant day. It was a day after a full day of school & followed by another full day of school.
Wake up.
Breakfast.
Two lessons of Saxon math, half an hour of reading.
Lunch.
One chapter of Science, memorize a poem. Read some more.
Maybe we would play outside before dinner. Maybe an hour of computer time.
(Did we have ballet on Tuesdays? Maybe that was Thursdays.)
Dinner.
Bed.
Boring. Tuesdays were more terrible than the “Terrible Twos” mom’s always talk about.
(Don’t quote me on that.)
But now, in the years of young adulthood, Tuesdays are sometimes Fridays. Or Saturdays. Sometimes they aren’t filled with classes, sometimes they are the only day we get to sleep in.
On Tuesday nights, there are concerts. We get drinks. Throw a Harry Potter marathon. Cook a feast for friends.
As time goes by & we grow up, Tuesdays change from the terrible toddler to the 13-year-old you can have a conversation with & take out for coffee. (We started young.)
Our monday-friday school week has changed to a schedule that changes every week, every semester. Some days we are dreading Saturday. Some days we are looking forward to Monday. Even when our schedule is the generic 5 day, 40 hour work week, Tuesdays are days we can reason with.
Tuesdays are the days we can feel most alive.
I guess this makes me think that everyday we can feel alive. Maybe it just depends on what we do & how we choose to do it.
But that’s something for another time.