My feelings have different colors on the different days of the week.
Monday.
I feel dark blue.
I mourn the weekend and I battle the proverbial blues.
So blue, that it’s dark blue.
Just a shade short of black.
Tuesday.
Still blue.
But it’s a lighter blue.
And my spirit feels less gloomy.
Wednesday.
Green.
It’s the middle of the week and I feel fresh, hopeful, and
inspired.
Thursday.
Red.
The weekend is just around the corner, and I fire up.
Friday.
My favorite day of the week.
The anticipation of the weekend.
Sometimes the anticipation of joy is even more enjoyable than
joy itself.
Just like waiting for Christmas.
I feel about Friday the same way as I feel about the first three
weeks of December.
Friday night brings joie de vivre.