Tuesday

My morning routine was disrupted because I took our car in for service. I got to the office later than usual, but otherwise, it was a typical Tuesday. Moving between floors, I asked a co-worker how everything was going. He said, “Oh, you know, just another Monday.” I chuckled at his creative way to belittle a fine Tuesday by calling it another [dumb ol'] Monday.

I think it is weird that days have feelings. Saturday mornings do not feel like Fridays. Wednesdays are much nicer than Tuesdays. Mondays are the worst unless it is a holiday.

It took a few moments before I realized he wasn’t joking. It was another Monday. A real one. Which is weird because it sure felt like a Tuesday.

This mix-up wasn’t too bad. At least it wasn’t a Wednesday that felt like a Friday. That’s hugely disappointing. However, I do love a Friday that feels like a Thursday because you get to time travel to the weekend.

In truth, days are just days. The feelings I use to know what day it is are just feelings. When I realize I am experiencing the wrong day-feeling, the overall sensation of my mood shifts completely.

Feelings are often just feelings. They aren’t facts. I can feel something that isn’t real and isn’t true. My mood doesn’t have to be the outcome of that feeling. I can just acknowledge I felt it and then chose to move on.

Will I accept feelings as feelings and not facts? Can I acknowledge a feeling and then let go of it as soon as it ceases to be useful? Will I let days be days and not force emotions on them?

Be curious, be kind, be whole, do good things.