Week of Colors

Every day is a new chapter in life, we have heard it said many times. But why do they have a special symbol associated with certain things?

Day of adaptations, of beginning, but also of laziness and resignation. A day where everything seems to ask us to stay more with the weekend, or take the initiative to face everyday life, work, academics or any other type of activity that goes hand in hand with routine. Total, which is the acceptance of new beginnings of the week, and knowing that depending on how it is taken, it will make it live better or simply be a total chaos.

It begins to relax the heart and the senses because the tedious Monday has been left behind. It is an open door to glimpse the half-week that is almost approaching, what time it is crossing a slow but also a somber bridge. However, sometimes in particular in Colombia, Tuesdays are a bit heavy on Mondays, especially after certain holidays. A few days of reflection, of achieving objectives and knowing that little by little the week is getting shorter.

Half day, a center of this bridge of our weekly calendar; where the hours seem to remain impassive in their path. A day where you try to choose the things that are left behind and project what comes next; a day of mystery that gives us the temptation to shout for the much desired weekend.

Hopeful day but also hard to finish. Conclude the unfinished because the weekend gets shorter, the hours lighter and the time shorter. An imprecise day because although it gives us the moral of continuing to finish another week, it also adds to the many Thursdays that have passed and left behind, each date of life written in our calendars.

Day missed, the day of joy, renewed mood and party, fun, and madness, extra breath, and energy, because it welcomes that expected weekend. It is the day where many plan different things to abandon the routine, but also, where the excesses are committed, one day in particular crazy but that has its real charm.

Mystical day for many, for others of family or final plans of a work that has been loaded for a whole week. A day of friends and laughs; fantastic day where the colors are different, the ideas are light and the thought becomes calm. A day that you would like to extend, but that it will never be dark.

That melancholy day because it is the end, the transition of the beginning of a new week that awaits us, and that makes the question always obligatory. And now that? It is only resigning ourselves to receive once again, another new week that maybe, gives us new and happy surprises.