Today is one of those days that aren’t really anything – they are in-between days.
Yesterday was a Bank Holiday and all of Ireland (and half the world it seems) celebrated. Faces were painted, hats were worn, floats floated down streets and crowds gathered to fill the cites and towns – and in the evening, all around the world, buildings and statues joined in on the fun and lit up in a glorious green display.
But today – a Friday – everything should be back to normal, but it isn’t really, everything is sort of in-between. Cycling in to work the streets were emptier (and dirtier) than usual and the office is half deserted. I suppose with the weekend only a few hours away many have decided to take the day off and keep the celebration going.
But for me – and all of those who got up early and headed into work- I can’t help feeling a little bit, well, in-between. No longer on free-time mode I have to knuckle down and get my work done, before I can have my weekend and get to do what I want (and need) to do! That means I must be somewhere in-between success if Bob Dylan is to believed – well half way there is always better than not there at all!
A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do