why not wednesday?

Today is Wednesday. For as long as I can remember, Wednesday’s have been a day that I try not to schedule myself for anything. Almost religiously. 

It’s my day to do whatever the F I want. 

Since I have found so much joy in writing and have been honing my writing habit. Naturally, I picked Wednesdays as a day that I would make the time to do what brings me joy.

The funny thing about this is my tendency tends to be somewhat of a rebel. Even rebelling against myself. I just don’t want to do what people tell me to do, even if that person is me, and even if it’s something I do like to do. God help me. 

Paradox. 

For example, it was a rainy morning so I stayed in bed which is something of a luxury I don’t normally do. But on Wednesdays, I do what I want.

Drink coffee, read the news, play on my phone and generally, just waste time. This might seem strange but I allow myself this scheduled time to do nothing. Or everything. It’s whatever I feel like.

Then the sun came out and I started stirring about, straitening up the house, cleaning off the back deck, and pretending to be productive but really what I was doing was procrastinating.

This is so funny to me, because I have no deadline, no assignment, no obligation to anyone. This is by design, on purpose, intentional. When you have that little voice in your head that keeps nagging at you, it becomes equal parts annoying and motivating.

When I told myself I would carve out time to write and thought to myself, well, Wednesdays will be there perfect day for that-

I was wrong. Cause it’s something on my to do list on a day that I purposely don’t have a to do list. See? It’s wild up in there in that head of mine. Like an epic battle, against myself, with nothing to win or lose. 

The thing is, I really do love to reflect, read, write, read about writing and write about writing with the hope that eventually I’ll get into something more interesting than these subjects but, like, whatever, back off, this is where I am at. 

And you know what, it’s actually quite lovely. As I sit here on my deck that I spent all morning clearing, cleaning and potting flowers and plants. Watching the birds come and go from the feeder. Admiring the swans on the pond. I even saw a snapping turtle lay her eggs in our backyard. Tweets and chirps and flutters. The occasional car and delivery truck. The rustling of leaves in the breeze.

I get to enjoy all of these things because I choose to make the time for it. It’s not the only time, Wednesday, but it’s a committed time non the less. 

The rest of my week is filled. It’s a mix of good, bad, stressful and productive, but it’s filled.

Except for Wednesdays. These I leave empty for me. A clear calendar box for the rebel in me to stay in bed, pot flowers, watch the birds, and eventually, listen to that little voice in my head to sit down and do the thing I’m meant to do.

Even if its nothing. That’s exactly what Wednesday are for. Mission accomplished. But only cause I felt like it!