You know, I think Thursdays might just be my favorite day.

I used to think Saturdays were the best—and why shouldn't I? Saturday is the only day that I am completely free. I have nowhere to be, no meeting to run to, and I don't have to talk to anybody if I don't want to. Saturdays are a pretty liberating day, alright. It's Saturday nights that aren't so inspiring…those long moments of disappointment when I think about my wasted day. Lazy is a lot more fun when you're getting excited for it than when you're actually enacting it.

I choose to work a four and a half day schedule. Basically I work a little longer on Mondays through Thursdays which allows me to have Friday afternoons off. After several sad Saturday sunsets, I thought that maybe, just maybe, Fridays were best. I almost always have a morning full of meetings before I spring free, but they are rarely the stressful, migraine-making meetings that usually populate my calendar. I usually enjoy my Friday meetings quite a lot actually because they seem so productive and friendly! (NOBODY wants to be snarly on a Friday.)

For the snarly factor alone, Fridays speed to the front of the line. I can't think of single a negative thing to say about Fridays...except that anticipation is so much more thrilling than experiencing. By the time Friday hits, I'm in full-on weekend mode, and my days are already numbered.

Thursdays are still stressful at work. I still have those moments where I want to laugh, cry, and pull my hair out all at once…moments when I am so sick of hearing my own voice that I just want to scream. But there's something different about Thursdays just because I know that those days are numbered. On Thursday, the weekend seems like an endless stretch of beach just waiting to be enjoyed with a pretty, umbrella'd drink. On Thursday, I get to be excited for Friday.

Yes, life looks pretty darn good from a Thursday perspective. It's funny about hope, isn't it? The dream of something is so much better than the actual something—at least it is if your imagination is working right.

I assure you, my imagination is a well-oiled machine. Happy Thursday!