Two other great-fitting titles originally popped into my head for this post; "Black Sabbath" and "Fading into Black".   Black Friday.......?  But upon a quick Google search of the first two, I decided I'd better not.  Yes. Good thinking.

Jason and I wear black on Fridays.  Always.  I don't quite know when we started this tradition.  It wasn't something we discussed either.  It just happened.

I started out majoring in psychology in college.  I like to think about  deep meanings.  I'm pretty sure this drives Jason crazy. This morning, the root of our habitual dooms-day attire has become my mental focus.

The Man in Black, Johnny Cash said he wears black for a whole host of depressing reasons including "for the thousands who have died.........".  My reason isn't nearly so altruistic. 

There's something about fading into Friday with our black on.  Fading holds the idea of losing brightness.  And while initially that seems depressing, fading is just what happens in so much of life.   Flowers fade; brightly colored clothing too.  Hallie has a neon yellow shirt that she wore to school yesterday.  (Correction.  It WAS neon yellow), now the color more closely resembles the center of a boiled egg. Every night the sun fades (as far as we're able to see). 

 "Losing brightness" is inevitable.  We tire.  Our bold hue gets washed-out.  Even the sun hides. 

I think that's what I love about Fridays; the feeling that you have dutifully and hopefully beautifully served through your week.  Friday is time to fade.  

 Any woman can tell you that black is slimming.  Maybe that's a more surface reason I wear black.  An interior designer would tell you that black has a shrinking effect.  If my week has been a busy one, shrinking sounds delightful.  I like to think of taking off my luminous red "save the world" cape and shrinking into the couch or the company of my family.

Fading is inevitable, but it's not meant to be permanent.  Fading lets us recharge.

For us, it's Fridays.  It may be a different day for you.  Sunday, the day generally known for rest is crazy busy for the Burdens.

I've babbled on simply to say I love Friday and the black that goes with it.  And I love the man in black beside me.  I could have used one word to describe our fading into Friday.

Sabbath.

 

I could have said I'm thankful for what black shirts and Fridays symbolize-

A chance to be renewed.

It's in black that I recognize

The LORD is my light.....

It's in black that I rest

and gaze upon the beauty of the LORD

.....he will conceal me there

.....he will hide me in his sanctuary

......He will place me out of reach on a high rock.

(Psalm 27 1-5  referenced)

When is your Friday (Sabbath)?

What is your black?

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