This is actually my second “Hello World” which is really a metaphor for my life – lots of second chances, starting over and renewed commitments.
I’ve had three careers: stay-at-home mom, high tech market analyst, and fiction writer. Well into my adult life I started over with a new marriage. The number of times I’ve re-committed myself to writing, to exercise, to healthy eating, to yoga, to playing golf with an attitude of Zen-like composure, cannot be counted.
So here I go again, a new commitment to blogging. Instead of the random, nearly bi-annual blogs at blogspot, I aim to blog once a week. I’ve chosen Sunday because nearly every week I can usually find time to write on Sundays.
Sunday is the first day of the week, although that’s always puzzled me. It feels like the week starts on Monday, with the lurching commute and the transformation back to office life. Sunday is the first day of the week in the United States, according to Wikipedia. But what does that really mean? How does the first day of the week differ from other days? This question echoes the question asked at Passover: Why is this night different from all other nights? Assigning first day status to Sunday comes from the Hebrew calendar, also according to Wikipedia, the basis of far too much information in the wired world.
How is the first day of the week different? A chance for a new start? A measuring of the cycle of life, counted out in weeks and months and years? The first month is January and the first day is Sunday, but there is no first year, unless it’s the year of one’s birth. As a person who makes daily, hourly resolutions for self improvement, I can’t very well wait for January to roll around every 365 days. Every 7 days sounds about right. Every 7 days I launch a re-commitment to making sure that each day starts with writing, not obsessive email checking and web surfing.
This Sunday, I’m sipping a glass of Cabernet and saying, hello new week, hello new blog, hello world.
