But somewhere along the timeline of history Wednesday became the summit of the week. Striving to get through the uphill climb of Monday and Tuesday only to stand for a moment somewhere around noon on Wednesday before starting the momentum building rush back down to the weekend.
What a waste of precious time. Monday and Tuesday are not days to dread or “get through”. If you have a job they are days to use your skills, talents, body and mind to earn a living. Those searching for a job would love to have someplace to be next Monday morning. Mondays for me are my day to make rounds and get the known things done leaving room later in the week for the unexpected joy and challenges. Monday is a short day at school for my favorite teen. Personally, I think starting the high school week with a short day is a wise and kind thing to do.
Tuesday morning is the best time for grocery shopping. Most people are at work or school, the shelves have been re-stocked Monday night and the Senior Citizens buses don’t come until Thursday. Since the garbage is picked up on Tuesday morning, cleaning out on Monday makes putting things away on Tuesday easier.
Wednesday is a day to savor. A full day of school means six and a half hours to devote to whatever needs a good block of attention. Writing gets done on Wednesdays. Time in the craft cottage, planning, evaluating, meditation, and gratitude all have room to breathe.
And did I mention the view from the top of Wednesday? Looking at what I’ve already done and seeing the possibilities of adventure in the journey ahead gives me courage to head back to the valley of Thursday and Friday. In the valley family and friends are waiting to share a campfire and a good bottle of wine. Life takes place in the valley.
So, instead of looking at Wednesday as a hill or mountain to just get over I plan to stand on top, breathe deeply and soak up the amazing view.
For the LORD is the great God,the great King above all gods. In his hand are the depths of the earth,and the mountain peaks belong to him.The sea is his, for he made it, and his hands formed the dry land. Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the LORD our Maker; for he is our God and we are the people of his pasture, the flock under his care.