I LOVE TUESDAYS

For as long as I can remember, Tuesday has been my most favorite day of the week. Fridays made me to look forward to the weekend, Saturdays meant I could sleep in late, and Sundays allowed me to take massive naps before I started the week again. 

But nothing had the same magic as a Tuesday; it seems I have that extra spring on my step on Tuesdays. A Tuesday is, for me, the oddest day of the week. A neither here nor there day—not even a midweek that would propel me to get through until Friday. I can't quite explain why I love Tuesdays, and I'm not sure people would understand this weird penchant.

I got a great prize on a Tuesday. I woke up knowing that it was gonna be a good day, and I was right.

I met my most favorite person in the world on a Tuesday. It was like a zoom in, dolly out moment in the movies.

I was born on a Tuesday. I don't know if I entirely believe in the planets and the stars, but I am ruled by Mars—impulsive, impatient, passionate.

Blame it on strange juju, but Tuesdays herald memorable things.