Monday, October 18, 2010

My Favorite Day Ends in "Y"

I was thinking about tweets and status updates that made me realize that people are obsessed with every day of the week. Some good, some bad, but someone always seems to comment on whichever day of the week has offended them or whichever day is going to determine their happiness.

People get really excited over Fridays. Others dread Mondays. If you really look at what people are updating about themselves in the social universe, they would realize they are more obsessed about the passage of time than anything else. Although, one of my favorites is "After Monday and Tuesday, even the calendar says WTF" or some other derivation of that. It makes me giggle every time.

Really, everyday for me holds something different. I don't necessarily wake up and say, "Good morning, world! Isn't it a lovely day?! I am so excited to be up and at 'em!" More than likely my morning begins with an alarm that I snooze for 4 or 5 times. Then there's the TV that gets put on the Weather Channel to see exactly how much time in my commute I need to leave and how to dress. Perhaps there's a quick email check and facebook check from the phone. All of this? Is before I get out of bed.

Granted the weekends are a little different since I don't have an alarm, but there are mornings where 7:00am wake up doesn't really phase me and I will putz around in bed watching TV for a couple of hours before I really get up and going. Then, there's always the dreaded hangover wake up. The kind that you're awake but wish that you didn't go out the night before and have that last drink. Sure it was a fun night, but that morning is less than desirable.

Some Friday nights, I wish I could throw down like I used to and dance and drink until the wee hours of the morning. Then I wake up Saturday morning without a hangover, completely refreshed and ready to get things done or see and do things. That's when those balls to the wall nights are as fun. I like to go out and socialize, maybe have a couple of cocktails, but there's something about getting close to 8 hours of sleep that makes me a happy camper.

I will tend to make a comment about the day of the week or missing a weekend on a Monday morning, but I have to recognize that I'm complaining about the passage of time rather than living in the present.

(Talk about an optimist post with rainbows and sunshine, but for a Monday, I thought we could all think about where we're at right now in life and hope for the awesomeness that tomorrow can bring.)

1 comment:

  1. I've noticed that too! Like the people who complain about time flying too fast or dread getting older when they are the ones just begging the weekend to come sooner... living for the day instead of the days ahead is the best, albeit most difficult at times, way to go.