I forgot what day it was and I liked it
Today I forgot it was Saturday. I don’t exactly know what that means- but it felt good. It’s natural this time of year I think- the New Zealand summery daze between Christmas and New Years; are shops actually open? Can I send that email? Who knows.
This summer daze must have contributed to my day amnesia, but in doing so I stumbled upon a little tendency I have…
In my brain, I allocate certain feelings to certain days. Different things are possible on certain days. These beliefs were buried so deep, I never noticed them until today.
To me, Monday is a work day. It’s a good day to start things on. Got a new diet or project? Save it till Monday!
Friday- well good luck getting anything done on a Friday. People are checking out on Friday- gotta send an email at 4pm? Forget about it- you’ll be lucky to hear back on Monday- at the earliest.
The two things I needed to leave the house for today were coffee with a friend and a session at the gym. It was these that exposed my belief about what Saturday means.
To me, Saturday is a write off- Saturday? yeah we’ll see what happens. Saturday is sleep ins and junk food. It’s oh the people around me might have plans I can tag along to. It’s a lethargic afternoon.
Saturday is a busy day in the town centre, it’s certainly too busy to find a park to meet your friend or even to suggest coffee at 11am in the centre of town. Crazier still would be going to the gym on a Saturday at 1pm- are you nuts! That’s peak time, it’ll be packed you won’t have an enjoyable time.
Okay.
So because I forgot what day it was- I made my day plans without realising it was Saturday. Heck I treated my Saturday like it was a sturdy old Thursday. Empty gyms, empty coffee shops- PLENTY of parks. I carried out my plans, easily found a park, met my friend for coffee (I didn’t notice the line till now when I think back) then went to the gym which was largely empty. A great day out.
I get home and I realise what day it is and thats what unravels this whole web of lies! I would not have made any of these plans had I known. I would have found a place on the outskirts of town to meet my friend and probably gone to the gym at around 8pm.
The point is, for a moment I behaved as though my beliefs about what Saturday meant didn’t exist and I got new results.
The moral of the story? I’m removing my beliefs about what days and times mean. Anything is possible any time. Now that’s an exciting way to live. Almost as exciting as a Friday afternoon.
