You have to be the kind of person who can make the best out of a Tuesday. You know those people who live for the weekends? They’re wishing their life away. You have to find something worth living for or else you’ll look back and realize you’ve wasted your life away. — Drew Marvin

During my time at high school, I found myself on many occasions harboring disdain towards the mundane, repetitive motion of the school days. I was bored with the same routine every single day, which, in a nutshell, was wake up at six, go to school for seven or eight hours, come home, do another two to four hours of homework and studying, and then go to sleep knowing that in a few hours, the forthcoming day would ultimately unfold in the same manner yet again.

At the time, I felt like that way of living was incredibly stifling. It seemed like life was just an endless cycle of getting through Monday and Tuesday, shuffling my way through Wednesday, dragging myself through Thursday and then finally making it to Friday. Saturday would come and go in the blink of an eye, and then before I knew it, I was greeted with the melancholy of Sunday, knowing inevitably that the next day the cycle would restart itself.

It’s unfortunate that sometimes we let our mood be influenced by whichever day of the week it is. There seems to be unspoken associations afforded to each day of the week that an individual creates based on whatever usually occurs on that particular day. For students, Sunday is usually regarded as a dreaded "school night." Many regard Monday with apathy, as it’s back to the reality of work or school, which after a weekend of relaxation can be extremely unappealing. Tuesday through Thursday are viewed as obstacles standing between you and the weekend. Friday with anticipation and excitement. Saturday is usually a sigh of relief, knowing that you have at least somewhat of a break from the demands of your life. At least, that's how I had come to view the days of the week when I was in school.

In retrospect, I wish I tried harder to make the best out of each day — to find something special amidst the mundane and to not let myself fall into a dissatisfying routine. I wish that I had been less accustomed to associating the days of the week with their demands and more adept at looking at each day as a blank slate, a fresh start, an opportunity to discover something new — to find adventure and beautiful moments within the humdrum of it all. The balance I had developed between responsibilities and school and spontaneity and creativity needed some serious improvement.

I wasted a lot of time complaining. Complaining that I was tired on a Monday, protesting that I didn't want to go to school the next day on a Sunday, voicing my opinion in the middle of the day on a Wednesday about how I desperately wished it was Friday. But complaining didn't change anything. It didn't make the routine any less cyclic or my life any more thrilling.

I don’t want to live my life with the mindset that I did only a few short months ago. I don’t want to live for the weekends. I don’t want to live my life wishing it were Friday, wishing I could fast forward through the stress of a Monday or the mundanity of a Wednesday. I want to make the best of each day, to both find and create moments that are unpremeditated, moments that are unexpected, but welcomed. I want to find the worth in each day, regardless of how tired I am or how stressed out I am or how miserable, bored or lazy I am.