It’s Wednesday, the proverbial ‘hump day’.  The day you know if you can just survive it’s smooth sailing to the weekend.  It’s the day you dominate and walk away from home free.  It’s not supposed to be the day that leaves you weary and exhausted in your bed.  It’s not supposed to take more than you have to give.  It’s just not supposed to.

No one told this Wednesday those were the rules.  Nope, instead it was waiting for me as I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.  My favorite shirt wasn’t clean.  I couldn’t fine one of my shoes.  My morning Starbucks run took 27 minutes where usually I’m in and out in 6.  An awkward lunch encounter.  Worrying about things I have no control over.  Impatience with the undefined.  A prize fighter with no opponent but myself.

Most days I probably would have laughed it all off.  Chalked it up to winning some and losing others.  I had the best friends in the world cheering me up until the point that they realized their efforts were in vain.  I couldn’t focus on more than two things at once.  I forgot my parents’ anniversary.  I didn’t feel sweet and nice, and no amount of pink, caffeine, or Mayer was going to change that.

So at 11:56pm, consider this my white flag of surrender but don’t count me out.  There’s always tomorrow.