Thursdays are a cesspool of negativity for me. It’s not the day, it’s me. My wife and I are lucky to have jobs, but our jobs are two hours apart, which means right now I spend 3 nights a week away from home. By Thursday I’m tired of everything. Tired of work. Tired of driving. Tired of being away.

Thursdays I’m combative and mean. My desire to be positive and lift people up is gone. I vent at people around me. I vent at people online. About anything. About everything. Believe me I can always find something to be pissed about. My own negativity puts me in a terrible mood. I’m far from the zen like state of euphoria I feels on weekends.

Where’s my music? Where’s my photography? Where are the things that make me happy content? Not here on Thursdays as I dwell in the negative. I miss living in Charlotte. I miss being home. I miss tacos. 

So I embrace the negativity. It gives me something to keep my mind busy. I don’t feel like doing the things that make me happy after all, I tell myself. Why shouldn’t I be in a bad mood?

There’s always next Thursday, though. I’ll call it “Positive Thursday.” I’ll try to, 1) Be nice to people, 2) be positive in my thoughts and actions, 3) do something constructive and creative.

Record some music. Take some photos. Eat a taco. Write something that encourages someone. I have 52 Thursdays a year, so I have 52 chances to improve my state of mind. No, I won’t always be positive and kind, but if I work a little each week I’ll be in a much better place.