A Different Day

I have to do some extra work today to catch up with my blog. I think I should post at least one piece each day. Yesterday I did nothing more than doing some homework. So I ended up with an empty head by the end of the day, which actually ended at 12:30 this morning.

When I am trying to type something down, I find out the first good thing about blogging—I know I will find more in the future, which is: blogging forces me to think about each day I spent. A day can pass by, and pass by just like everyday. But If I try to write something about the day, it reminds me that each day is a day that is not just like everyday.

Today is a different Thursday. But I know when WW went to work this morning, she was thinking, oh, God, another Thursday! I know I was among the people who get up in the morning thinking that I am repeating a day of a 7-day cycle.

It is fabulous that you are AWARE that you are having a different day.