Nothing fitness related this week. Working on several new fitness related essays for later this month, and for May. In the meantime there is this from my personal journal, written last weekend.
Daze Of The Week
There are seven days in a week. Though each day can be similar to the day before, the next day is sure to include some unique moment, fresh thought, or previously unknown experience. Some of those moments and experiences will be good and some not so good. Though each day of the week might represent something different to anyone of us, it’s fair to say many of us view each named day of the week pretty much the same.
For many, Monday is the daunting start of the workweek. People often resent Monday for thrusting its blood thirsty hand through our chest, stealing the still-beating heart out of our weekend memories, and throwing it to the base of the pyramid. Things at work might be accomplished on Monday, but often seem get done at a lesser pace for that resentment.
Tuesday it seems, is an unnecessary extension of Monday. The primary difference between Monday and Tuesday is the rhythm of the day. The weekend is all but forgotten and by Tuesday morning and the idea of bondage to the job has become easier to accept. Tuesday is less sullen. Things are likely accomplished at an increased pace over Monday, and the day might pass more easily.
Wednesday is hump day for many; the day that brings us past the tipping point toward the coveted weekend. Wednesday is like Friday-light. Wednesday morning we begin seeing the light of our impending weekend come into view. That energy may prompt an increase in productivity during the first half of Wednesday. Wednesday afternoon though, identifies a substantial roadblock between that blithe moment and the weekend – we’ll refer to that roadblock as Thursday. On this recognition, productivity on Wednesday afternoon may be at a low for the week.
Thursday is just another unnecessary extension of Monday. No, more like a sister moon to Monday. How this chunk of Monday got thrown so far ahead into the week, scientists still don’t understand. Thursday may be the longest day of the week. However, Thursday is likely the most productive day of the week. What else are you going to do all alone on that moon, except work…?
Friday needs no introduction. Friday is at the top of the A-list of weekday celebrities. Face it, Friday is the only day on any list of weekday celebrities. Despite its probably low productivity, the mood is generally good on Fridays since nobody will have to see or deal with anyone else in the workplace again until Monday. Friday is a celebration unto itself.
The perception of Saturday and Sunday differs much more for most. There is less emotional gravity on the weekends holding us down. Some degree of fun or relaxation is likely to be had – unless of course one has small children. Then Saturday and Sundays become the other sister moons of Monday, and they are run by slave driver bosses much smaller than us.
Many flee on Saturday and Sunday, in different directions in pursuit of differing agendas. Others just stay home and veg. If nothing else, I’ll suggest that the weekend is a necessary pit stop to stay in the Monday through Friday rat race. Regardless of how one spends Saturday or Sunday, weekends are a perfect distraction until Friday happens again.
Thus is the cycle of the workweek for the masses. I understand that not everyone works a traditional workweek. There is shift work, rotating schedules, technological intrusions on our soccer games, family outings, and meals. But the days of the week are like puzzle pieces, and can be fit to replace one another for what is likely to be a similar conclusion regardless of one’s true work schedule.
When I was 19 years old Muppet Master, Jim Henson, told me that work is what we’re here for. Through my many long and sometimes trying workdays, I have tried hard to remember and take regular inventory of that lesson.
The Colors Of The day
Since I was quite young, each named day has represented more to me than the place my life sits in the given workweek. I’m not sure where this came from, but for most of my life when I envision the name of a day, Monday, Tuesday, etc., each of our seven days is represented to me by a color. When I read, speak, or hear another speak the name of a day, I always envision a particular color in my head synonymous with that day, and I do so immediately.
- Monday is red
- Tuesday is brown
- Wednesday is yellow
- Thursday is blue
- Friday is green
- Saturday shares yellow with Wednesday
- Sunday is black
I can offer no explanation for the assignment of these colors in my head, but they have been there since grade school. When I think of Wednesday I don’t think of hump day, I first think of yellow. And so it goes for all the days of the week. Each day is represented with an inherent color in my mind. What these colors represent or why I may never know, they’re just ingrained in my psyche.
For those commenting this week, I am sincerely curious, does anyone else associate the days of the week with colors, or numbers, or anything else such as a car, super model, or breed of dog…? I will be interested in your response. Be well. rc
Please check back in 2 weeks to see what happens when I push the “stop” button on the blender in my head. Oh, and there is this from Sun Volt. Enjoy…