Thursday's Child's Journal

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born, I was Thursday's Child

Thursday's Child
24 December 1985
My journal, my rules. Get used to it and deal with it.
Daughter of Siena College (read, "graduate"), with a Bachelor's in English Literature. Graduate of The College of Saint Rose, with a Master of Education in Early Childhood Education. Dreams of a novelist career, but reality keeps interfering. In love and brokenhearted at the same time. Addicted to touch, dancing, and doing things MY way. SCAdian, ballroom competitor, homeowner, crafter.
"All the world's a stage," and for once I'M the leading player.
I'm trying to get paid for handmade cards and jewelry. We'll see.

All of my life I've tried so hard, doing my best with what I had, nothing much happened all the same. Something about me stood apart, a whisper of hope that seemed to fail, maybe I'm born but out of my time, breaking my life in two . . . Some nights I cried myself to sleep, shuffling days and lonesome nights, sometimes my courage fell to my feet. Lucky old sun is in my sky, nothing prepared me for your smile, lighting the darkness of my soul, innocence in your arms. Throw me tomorrow, now that I've really got a chance. Throw me tomorrow, everything's falling into place. Throw me tomorrow, seeing my past to let it go. Throw me tomorrow, only for you I don't regret that I was Thursday's child. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born, I was Thursday's child.

Look what I did!