unedited for 100 days. Day 19

According to planetcalc.com I have lived through one thousand eight hundred and eleven weeks, plus six days. That makes today my one thousand eight hundred and eleventh Friday. I guess that seems like a lot of Fridays, but it is also a shockingly low number considering the fact that many of those weeks I was probably counting down to Friday, likely ignoring the significance of the preceding and under appreciated weekdays. Not to mention that most of the work that I've done in my life did not happen on Fridays. All of those Mondays, Tuesdays, hump day Wednesdays and throw-back Thursdays hold the meat and glory of my story. The homework, the performances, the games, the matches, the corporate grind, the failures, the successes are all to thank that weekday hustle. Still Friday rolls around and it's that little reward. That subtle reminder that another week has passed, leaving you feeling one of two ways. You either crushed it, or maybe you dropped the ball on a few things, both possibilities contributing to the larger plot of your story. This week was a challenge getting it all done. In fact, I had to cancel a lot of things because my baby girl was sick. I could be left feeling behind and in areas unsuccessful (i.e. working out, meal planning, cooking, getting to bed on time...), but instead I recognize that my week was spent writing my story as a mother and in that regard, I feel quite accomplished. Just a little reminder that although Friday is indeed a damn good day, the other days are worthy of  a medal. Happy Friday friends!