Thursday’s my favorite day of the week. A Thursday’s as good as a Friday, in terms of anticipation, and anticipation is the key. Looking forward to something is often more fun than the “something” when it actually arrives. The one thing we can decide all by ourselves is what and how much we’re anticipating.
On Thursday, whether or not there are weekend plans, I look forward to the weekend. This was true even when I worked weekends, and it’s true today when I am more or less in charge of my own work schedule. There’s no accounting for this little fizz of joy that bubbles up around afternoon coffee time on a Thursday. It’s the feeling that something good might happen.
When I was a kid and a brand new member of the workforce, I bought the “hump day” reasoning. Everyone talked about how great Wednesday would be, because it’s the halfway point in the week. But that didn’t last long. It never did carry the anticipation of a Thursday.
On the opposite side of this falls the least favorite day of the week. Sunday seems to be the letdown point for lots of us. Some say it goes back to childhood when, by Sunday afternoon, fun was done and a new school week loomed.
I’m thinking maybe it’s the letdown from all that Thursday anticipation. But I’m not giving up the Thursday feeling just to alleviate the Sunday afternoon blues. Anticipation is still the only part of the week I can control.