Blur

Sometimes I wonder if other people associate each day of the week with certain things, feelings, or even a state of being. It may make sense for partygoers to associate a Friday (night) with loud music or booze. Maybe "grace" for the lady who never misses church on Sundays. Then Mondays are probably the "dread" of those in the 9-5 grind and the students who think that school is the worst thing ever.  

Growing up, I always saw Sundays as "boring" while Saturday was (and still is) "the best day of the week" regardless of how uneventful it could get at times. I guess it's just a vibe that's pretty hard to explain, but what I'm sure of is that it's how it makes me feel. The other days are not really on my radar. Just kind of meh. They are just what they are for me —just "days".  The past year definitely blurred this concept thanks to the lockdowns, WFH situations and just being stuck at home. All the days seem to just feel like seven Mondays, seven Tuesdays, seven Wednesdays to seven Sundays. So when I feel truly happy, the day feels like a Saturday and when it's not —it's a Sunday.

Today marks the anniversary of the last time I actually went out to have fun before the lockdown. The last Saturday I was truly out and the last time I felt that it was a Saturday.