Last week I found out that sunday was the first day of the week, rather than the last day of the week. That was a shocker. I've lived my whole life thinking that sunday was the last day. Maybe that's why I hate sundays, rather than loving them.
The thing is, sunday has always been a weird day. Now mondays, those are the days. I mean, c'mon. Who doesn't love beginnings? There's no better thing than knowing His mercies are new every morning. And psychologically, it's easy to transfer a new chance to every new beginning. So for me, sunday ment an end, monday ment a beginning.
It's like this, see...
First day of school: new year, new opportunity to be the smart person you know you are but have been too lazy to be.
First day of the year: it's time to finally do everything you said you would do last year.
First day of any vacation: the day you'll rest the most.
First day of your "next" year (birthday): again, it's time to be and act like someone older.
So today, I was getting into my car after lunch with my dad, when suddently it felt weird. The sun was shining; it was warm, but not terminally hot. Sky semi-clouded. Beautiful reflection in the car window. But, it felt like sunday. I started to panic, so I checked my internal calendar, and then it felt right again: It was not sunday, it was monday.
For all I know, it could've been sunday. But here's the thing. There's no othe day like sunday.
But now that I know that sunday's the first day of the week, maybe that'll make some things different.
1 comment:
Dude. . .sunday is the most heavy and tiring day of my week, but it is farmost the one I enjoy. I also see it as the end of the week, but Its not as a goodbye end or a dying departure, its more likely to be (when it is a good day) a golden finishing touch of something I lived. Madmoiselle Ill be waiting your more interesting and delightable words youve promised in your past entry, (not that this are that lame) but I know what you meant. With all said I take leave. :D Byee
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