Thursday is my favorite day of the week. I think Thursday gets overlooked because it’s not Friday, the end of the week, and it’s not Wednesday, half way to the end of the week. Monday is a wash and Tuesday is like, okay the week has started so let’s get going. Saturday gets the glory because it’s a totally free day. You don’t have to worry about staying up too late or wearing yourself out since you have Sunday to recover. Plus it’s a day to do all those things you don’t get to do during the week and it drips with promise and anticipation. Sundays are the worst day of the week because A) You may be recovering from Saturday and B) You know Monday is the next day and no matter how hard you try to forget, it smugness lurks everywhere taunting you with its inevitability.
I love Thursday because it’s the day before Friday and Friday means only one day to Saturday with its whole world of possibility and adventure! It’s the anticipation and excitement of Saturday that makes Thursday so wonderful because let’s face it, sometimes Saturday doesn’t live up to the hype. You have to clean the house, or spend money on boring stuff, or go to mind numbing gatherings you can’t get out of.
Thursday is just there chillin’, cool and confident, with no pretentions or false promises. Thursday says, “I don’t know what’s going to happen. It might be magical, it might be horrific. It’s a crap shoot but the payout could be phenomenal.”
I think the wait is the payout because the hope of something extraordinary endures and Thursday is always just around the corner. . .