The Sunday Me shows up at church with a smile because God is good and life is great. The Sunday Me enjoys small talk over a cup of coffee but rarely enters into deep conversations for fear of revealing the real person behind the happy-face mask.
The Monday Me struggles with truth. The Sunday Me heard a great sermon and felt challenged to change, but the Monday Me is the realist who knows that change is hard… and is not really convinced that change is possible…
The Tuesday Me is riddled with guilt. The Sunday Me was challenged, but the Monday Me failed, so the Tuesday Me goes through the day with a dark cloud hovering above.
The Wednesday Me feels like a failure. The Wednesday Me has the same guilt-load as the Tuesday Me, but adds to it the building frustrations and stresses of the week. The Wednesday Me spilled a full cup of coffee in the floor of the car. The Wednesday Me showed up late for work… again. The Wednesday Me bounced a check. The Wednesday Me would really like to go back to bed.
The Thursday Me sucks it up and gets the day started with a little bit of hope that things might change. The Thursday Me discovers that things have changed… just not for the better. The Thursday Me got blasted by the boss for something that was someone else’s fault. The Thursday Me was the butt of jokes for the rest of the day. The Thursday Me daydreams of Hulking-out and smashing things but just pushes through and endures the day.
The Friday Me is glad it’s Friday. Woo-whoooo! Well, the Friday Me was glad it was Friday until everybody at the office started talking about their weekend plans. The Friday Me looks at the calendar to discover no plans at all. Ugh. The Friday Me feels very, very alone.
The Saturday Me sleeps late. The Saturday Me thinks of good things to do… exercise, visiting family, calling friends, cleaning the house, cooking a nice breakfast, dropping by the nursing home to visit an aunt… but the Saturday Me pushes those thoughts aside, rolls over and sleeps the morning away. The Saturday Me rolls out of bed in time to grab a bag of tortilla chips and a jar of salsa and veg out in front of the TV until being overcome by a nap. The Saturday Me wakes up to realize the day is almost gone and nothing has been accomplished. The accumulated guilt of the week is more numerous that the tortilla crumbs that litter my shirt.
The Sunday Me shows up at church with a smile because God is good and life is great. The Sunday Me enjoys small talk over a cup of coffee but rarely enters into deep conversations for fear of revealing the real person behind the happy-face mask…