Wednesday is like the day that I visit the Home Depot and pick up a few new cans of blue paint. I don’t know what it is about Wednesdays, but they tend to bring me up when I’ve been feeling permanently down.
Today, Jordan and I talked like we used to, we endlessly cracked either up at breakfast, I listened to him play my guitar in Guitar Club. It was like how everything was before he met Ginny. It was pleasing, quenching a certain thirst that I’ve been going dehydrated on these past few weeks, having him all to myself. Maybe that’s what I have to do.
If he isn’t looking my way, I’ll make him look my way. If someone else is making him smile, I’ll make him smile instead. If he doesn’t love me, I’ll give him reasons to. There are reasons he should, right?
Finding pennies on the ground, eating candy hearts, listening to upbeat indie songs, sitting with Symphony at lunch and spending well-needed buddy-buddy time with her, listening to Alexandria play pretty songs she wrote, spending time with little girls who tell me I’m pretty, laughing with the boy I love… that’s a Wednesday. Just your typical good day. I didn’t come home from school and cry, which has been becoming more and more usual for me. I didn’t walk through the day, feeling sad and misunderstood. I just smiled. I laughed. I talked to my friends. It was how every day should be.
Maybe I hold the power in my hands. Maybe Wednesdays are good because I expect them to be, I make the best of the little things and ignore the things that usually get on my last nerve, because I’m expecting a good day. Maybe I make these days good. Maybe if I faced the world every Monday, every Tuesday, every Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, expecting a Wednesday, maybe I’ll end up with days like today.
It sounds a little crazy. I’m a little crazy, actually. But, maybe it’s worth a try. :) Happy Wednesday, everyone. Smile. Look for the reasons, you’ll find them.
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