Winds-Day

Today is Wednesday, the most productive day of the week for Americans, economically and otherwise. Or at least this is what I’ve been told, though I never trust statistics, make absolute statements, or begin writing with formula attention-grabbing sentences. In Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day, the disagreeable nature of the weather is credited to it being “Winds-Day.” And sure enough, it is windy today. In fact, obnoxiously so.

Don’t be impressed by my knowledge of this well loved children’s tale, I just read that on Wiki ten minutes ago, my favorite overused educational reserve. I also read about the “Land of Ev,” peanuts, and Ted Hankey after hitting “random page” a few times. (Ted is an English darts player and the Land of Ev is located near Winkie country in the Oz books).

But back to today: This is not just an ordinary Wednesday. Today is the day I start putting my thoughts down on paper. Or rather, the screen. (Do people still hand write things? Doubtful.) Today is the day I will not come home, strip off my suffocating work clothes, and lie pitifully in front of the TV while absorbing 90s sitcom reruns, Paula Abdul’s hopelessly unintelligent banter, and The Girls Next Door. Today I will remain positive, vertical, and awake. Today I will do something.

This may sound trite, but how many of us are ever actually doing anything? I surely am not. At home or at work, much of my time is spent wasted. Gmail. Facebook. CNN. StumbleUpon. Facebook. Itunes. Facebook. Weather. Gmail. Lastfm. Facebook. Facebook. Gmail. Gmail. And when I do dare vacate my spot in front of the computer, there’s the phone or TV or radio to occupy me. And when I finally tire of those stimuli, which is often, I am irritable or exhausted and prefer to sit in silence and let my mind wander to what I wish I were doing with my life.

Today: I start doing.

I start with the dishes, which have haphazardly become a small fortress beside the sink in my kitchen. The music is at such a high decibel that I cannot help but half enjoy the chore.

Dishes: done. Wash: folded. Phone calls: returned. Guitar: played. Camera Manual: skimmed. After a while I start to wonder how long this new Kate will last. If I remember correctly, the last instance occurred only weeks ago and lasted a total of a few hours. This time I have more hope. In the “About Me” section on Facebook, I have entered the weak phrase “2008, Brand New Kate” in an effort to convince both myself and others that this year I will be different. This year, I will not waste time, lose sight of my dreams, or let myself go. And so here I go. Yet another valiant attempt at becoming something more than a post college delinquent in a do-nothing world.

Cheers.