Friday's Child | thornyasarose's Blog

I was born on a Friday. So that makes me a Friday's Child. Not that it really has much meaning. The significance is simply that, well, that just happens to be the day of the week I was born. But when I really contemplate this simple little fact, it does seem fitting. Even if I did not know this for certain, and was asked to just speculate as to what day of the week my birth occurred, I would say Friday. Friday is somewhat an in between day. It is the end of the common 5 day school/work week. At the same time it is the beginning of the weekend. Actually, Friday seems to have a transformation that takes place within itself. The other days don't seem to do this. Monday is always the first day of the traditional school/work week. Saturday is always a weekend day. And Sunday is always Sunday. The day that has been set aside for rest and worship. True, it gets stuck at the beginning of the week on a printed calendar, but that is just print. Our actions and plans and the manner in which we address Sunday are very clearly stated, "Place it where you like on the calendar, but it is the second day of the weekend." Which, by default, makes it the last day of "our" week. But Friday? Friday is always ending something and always starting something. It has two functions. Wrap up the work week and birth the weekend. End/Start. They are opposites of one another. So here is Friday. Always having to follow two different duties. Okay, okay, where does the one end and the other begin? Ah, at different points of the day for different individuals. So, Friday is always having to juggle different commands. It is constantly being pulled in both directions. Some Fridays a person might be seeking just a few more hours to wrap up something at work. But then on other Fridays that same individual can be found racing around with the goal of beginning "their" weekend a few hours early. You can only stretch a rubber band so much, eventually it will snap. So, thus is the story of my life. Constant demise of one thing, and birth of another. Never certain exactly when to let go, when to enter in; which moment is the right moment. Pulled in both directions. Opposites. Both with their own natures. One must go, the other must begin. Over and over again. As the old saying goes, you can't have your cake and eat it too. But what about the wise words that caution us about the grass always being greener on the other side of the fence? Such is the constant dilemma of Friday's Child. Because there is always another side of the fence, no matter which side she might choose.