When Every Day is the Same
Just My Thoughts, by C.J. Heck
Before I was old enough to care, Mama and Daddy told me what each day was called and what it was for. That was perfect, because to me, the days of the week were all the same: every-day-was-Funday!
When I went to school, we always knew what day it was. The week started with pop quiz Mondays and counted down to Pep Rally Fridays.
When I entered the workforce, I always knew what day it was —the weekdays were counted down from overtime Mondays to “get outta my way” Fridays.
Fridays with my family and children were no different. The whole household was excited because Mondays to Fridays to Sundays meant something special and different for each of us.
Then Robert and I retired ... I swear, if we don’t put a calendar next to our desk, with appointments, ‘to-dos’, reminders, and everything else we have to keep track of, neither of us would ever know what day of the week it is.
Once we retired, every day is Friday and each of them is a Funday ...
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Oh CJ, you’re not retired 😲
You do so much uplifting and motivating here. It’s become your full time “job” 🙄
And you do it so damn well 😆
I always say I’m way busier in retirement than I ever was while working. My husband is still working I doubt he’ll
ever retire. But we do fun stuff every day or almost every day around his work schedule. Today we had four things. All social events. It was a bit tiring. I missed my nap!