There’s an old rhyme and it goes like this…

Monday’s child is fair of face.

Tuesday’s child is full of grace.

Wednesday’s child is full of woe.

Thursday’s child has far to go.

Friday’s child is loving and giving.

Saturday’s child works hard for a living,

But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day

Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

 

 

I think every child, every girl, every woman wants to be Monday’s child, and Tuesday’s child, and Sunday’s child of the Sabbath Day (if she’s lucky). And every child, every girl, every woman is, at some point, Wednesday’s child (and some fancy themselves to be the perpetual Wednesday’s child). I think every child is Friday’s child, “loving and giving”, but as for me…well, I consider myself Thursday’s child, with far to go.

 

 

Who am I? I am a student, a child at times though no longer a teenager, a timid adventurer, an excellent procrastinator with a good work ethic (if that is possible), a songbird, a competitor, a thinker–a writer, always. Above all this I am a woman, or rather, I am striving to be the woman I aspire to be. Simone de Beauvoir wrote in Second Sex that one becomes a woman, and I think that’s quite true, but not only for women. Life is a journey, and even at the final moments, it is in progress. To be a student, you shouldn’t simply be enrolled; you should be an active participant in the classroom, a scholar, a thinker, a creator. You should be striving to know more, to learn more, and then to pass on that knowledge. To be a writer, you cannot simply write down a word or a sentence or a paragraph or two and call it quits, yet hang on to the title; you must write, always, continually, constantly. To procrastinate, you must indeed procrastinate, and to compete, you must compete. Sitting on the sidelines is no way to live life, and so the idea of “becoming” suits me, in this sense, and it is what I intend to do.

 

 

And I invite you along for the ride.