Terrible Thursdays…

I met a man in his 40s today who still wakes up every Thursday with a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Because when he was younger his piano lesson was on Thursday. And he could play, but still he dreaded it.

The weekend, in contrast, was amazing. He felt a huge sense of freedom because he knew his next lesson was far off into the future.

But once Tuesday and Wednesday arrived the dread set in. Having to practice. The thought of the lesson. And that feeling on a Thursday morning that still persists somewhat 30 years later.

It shouldn’t be like that.

It doesn’t have to be like that.