Tonight, I put on my TUESDAY underwear after my shower. While I actually did believe today to be Tuesday at one point earlier on in the day, that was not my reason for doing this. I considered them for a few moments as I stood over my suitcase, and then reached down and grabbed them with intention. I’m not certain how to put it, really. It was, in part, a representation of my distaste for today’s events (and therefore today) and my rejection of today (in a sense), and, in part, my rejection of the standards of days-of-the-week underwear as a means of rebelling against something that feels to be beyond my control with my current experience of time and the specific days of this week. Also, things were much more hopeful on Tuesday. Tuesday was a good day this week and last.
Today was the bad one. Although, to be fair, a lot of good has come out of the ending section of today – lots of love, especially. When Snapchat (which I don’t even use) and the concern of looking good (someone else’s concern) knock you in the face, it’s really nice to have love show up and remind you that you are great, and that those ideas have no bearing on the situation.