I woke up in the middle of the night last night and realized it was Friday. Friday. I don't care what your do, Friday is always Friday. It is always the end of the week. This is true even if you are retired or would, say, Wednesday through Sunday with Monday and Tuesday off. Your "Friday" may be on Sunday, but still, Friday is always Friday. Simply because the world has said it is so. Today at Costco, because it seemed particularly hectic with long lines, I asked her if she was gonna make it. She smiled and said, "Yes, because my shift is almost over and today is my Friday." I don't think she realized how ironic what she had said was.
On Fridays I tend to realize, as I'm sure many people do, another week is about to end. Like the year just ended, it is going into the history books. This one happens to be the first week of the new year, but it is just like all the others. Today, Friday, is a marker....a marker of time. It is a marker of just how much time has passed. And, if you are paying attention, it brings into focus just how much you may or may not have accomplished. Now I understand that is putting an awful load of pressure on a day of the week, but, truly, that is what Friday is about....at least for me.
So today I spent the day working on a project I have been long avoiding. I began the clearing out and reorganizing of my office/studio. OMG. I filled an 18 gallon bag with old papers and shredded documents that had been accumulating on my desk for quite some time. I sorted papers to keep and items that need to be donated or sold. Even though I barely made a dent and the room looks worse than when I started, I made progress. It was something. It was a Friday of moderate progress.
Now, when I look back on the day, and then the week, I am realizing the week as a whole was a week of moderate progress. I did a blog every day. I wrote morning pages every day. I began a short story that I think has potential. I had some quality time with some quality people. I enjoyed some time to myself to just read and veg and watch a few of my favorite shows. In other words, it was a fairly successful week...and week of moderate progress. Sometimes moderate progress is just the right amount for a body. And what better day than Friday to sit back and reflect on that?