Once again, the early morning sun is blinding and wrestling to get to the west side of my house to the deck where I’m currently engaged in a funny political historical story with my son via Zoom, drinking my coffee and wearing my Franklin Roosevelt cape to ward off the chill.

It’s my first day of my three private days assigned just for me and I’m so ready to get this party started.

Last Sunday, I invited a student’s parent to assist one of my acting students with a particular role in which she is portraying a therapist who deals with trauma. My friend is an MS PCC which translates to MS (Master of Science) PCC (Licensed Professional Clinical Counselor) and she’s marvelous in her field and as a person. In fact, my student later said, “she’s so cool! She’s the kind of person I’d want to hang out with!”

During the Q&A, my MS PCC friend said she was adamant in taking one day just for herself to assist in eliminating the emotional debris she collects throughout the week.

Many of my private teaching colleagues have always expressed how much we end up wearing our “counselor” cap with students and at no time has this been more true than this past year of pandemic life.

For the past two years, I’ve set up my schedule, insisting I give my self three solid days of “My Day.” I do exactly what I want and utilize these My Days for my writing and whatever else I elect to do.

My Thursdays always include lunch with some of my favorite folks who are engaged in history, writing, and research. It’s thrilling! Tonight, I’ve a Zoom event with an author.

My Day days are valuable even more as I navigate a slightly different journey. My “connect-to-me” routes are blocked until Sunday at Noon when my private teaching week resumes. I do yearn for the time when I can return to my about-town adventures without being so concerned with health issues.

While I am making it My Day, I am not going to miss the opportunity to make it a great day.