I awoke this morning in that small crack in the wall, the space in-between; where you are not quite awake, but not really sleeping. It was in this in-between dream space that my mind played a nasty trick on me and it wasn’t till after I was out of the shower that I realized, it wasn’t Friday after all. There is still one more day to go.
I am ready for the weekend. I am done with this week and all of its annoyances. I find it exceedingly frustrating when you strive to start each day with a clean slate and someone always seems to be waiting to pounce, to throw something else at you. I know that that is simply life, but there are some things that don’t need added stress, they already come part in parcel with their own.
It is in these moments, that I simply take a deep breath, smile and move forward. For at the end of the day, these things don’t really matter, I have more important things to focus on, to be grateful for and to plan for. There is always a bright side, sometimes you may have to look hard for it, but it is there.
Tomorrow is Friday and it brings with it the promise of two whole days to belong just to each other.