The Thing about Tuesdays

I have never been a fan of Tuesdays.

Mondays – granted, it’s a bummer because the weekend is over, but it’s a fresh start to a new week! Anything’s possible!

Wednesday – halfway to the weekend!

Thursday – if I made it this far, I can make it the rest of the way.

Friday – always feels a little celebratory, because I made it through the week. TGIF!

But Tuesdays really don’t have much going for them. They don’t have the shiny “new week” glow of Mondays, the rest of the week still seems pretty long in front of them, and they don’t have their own nickname like “Hump Day” or “TGIF!”

I noticed a few weeks ago that I tend to gripe a lot on Tuesdays. I think my natural disapproval of this particular day leads to a predisposition to nitpick at life’s annoyances.

Fearful that this foul mood would carry over into the rest of the week, I decided to adopt a new rule:

“I only gripe on Tuesdays.”

I figure if I already dislike Tuesdays, I may as well give in and take that day to really dig in and get grouchy. That leaves the other six days to maintain and develop a more positive attitude. Better to only kvetch one day of the week and let the other six remain somewhat more pleasant.

So far it’s sort of working. I’ve been catching myself here and there start down a path of negativity on Mondays and Wednesdays, but so far have managed to have an almost clean record. It’s hard when life throws curveballs, and I catch myself complaining about this or bellyaching about that. But for the most part, I’m really liking this adjustment.

I’m not sure what my family and friends think about this. It can make me seem a bit like Jekyll and Hyde, shifting attitudes from one day to the next. But in the long run, I think it’s a smart road to travel in an effort to be more balanced.

Because let’s face it – if I didn’t let myself gripe about anything, at all, ever? I might just explode. Wouldn’t you?