A Day Named Tuesday
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A few days ago I unwrapped an old gift I had received several years ago. Like me, you probably wouldn’t have recognized it as a gift until you had unwrapped it.
During my trip to the local zoo to help a wounded dove we named Lovey, I arrived at the zoo, but they weren’t open. I sat next to the entrance for some time and noticed a sign on the gate that stated the zoo’s hours and that they were closed on Tuesdays. As I sat there, I wondered what day it was. A few moments went by and realized I had no idea what day it was, so I drove down to a veterinarian office about a mile away. Upon my arrival to a waiting room of people, I approached the desk and a kind voice asked me if they could help me. With a grin on my face and a chuckle in my voice, I asked her, “What day is it.” She piped right up and told me it was the 10th. Still smiling, and now laughing I said, “No, what I mean is, what day of the week is it?” Now with a giggle in her voice she said, “It’s Thursday.” Needless to say, those who overheard the conversation had a good chuckle and a story to tell.
The unavailing of my gift was at that exact moment. As I drove back to the zoo, I realized how absolutely free I was in not knowing or caring what day or time it was. Though it may seem like a very small gift, if one could even call it a gift, it is much more freeing than one ever knows until you realize you don’t know, nor care to know. You see, this time thing does nothing but bind us to a trained way of thinking. From the time of our birth the brain training starts. We are put on feeding schedules that meet the schedule of those feeding us. From there, we enter school with all of its man-made schedules, training us to live within some arbitrary timeline. We learn to wake up at a certain time, when feeding times start and end. From there, we learn we have limited times to do our life duties, such as picking up the kids from school, getting them to football practice, martial arts, ballet, piano lessons and to get our grass mowed, etc., all within allotted times. Oh, then we received an allotted sleep time, sometimes eight hours, but most of the time about six. Day in and day out, our lives consist of this regimented life style and we become used to it, numb if you will. In fact, we tout that lifestyle and think if someone walks away from it to sell antiques or some nutty thing, they are insane or just plain lazy. We become our own jailers.
I am here to tell you, if you are in that lifestyle, you are the one living in the nuthouse. How do I know this, because I endured it for 35 years or so and from the other side of being imprisoned, I know what freedom feels like. When once I was blind, now I see.
What I said above, you should heed. Your health, your sanity and you, that beautiful soul, are being tarnished. There is a reason the song, “I Think I See Gold” speaks of going through a fire to burn off impurities. The engrained “Nine to Five”, and “Damn it’s Monday - Thank God it’s Friday” routine, is one of those impurities that finally burned off of me.
My gift of not knowing nor caring what day or time it is, is one of the best gifts I ever gave myself. I will never pick up those chains again, nor will I place them upon souls in tiny bodies. I will not tarnish souls who depend on me to help them in this physical world with man-made bindings that train us to accept being controlled. To Hell With That!
One day, I hope each of you see how bound down you have become as you unwrap your gift. I promise, you will love being able to fly when you want to fly with nary a care of days named Monday, Tuesday or Friday.
If you’ve ever wanted to dance in the rain on Monday, sleep until three on Thursday, and live life unchained, unwrap your gift now and start living as the unbound soul you are and always were.
I love you each. You are my soul. ~ I Am - Wisdom (Mark)
Me thinks that's called retirement Mark....