Saturday's Child

Saturday's Child

When I was young, probably 7 or 8, my aunt made me a ceramic statue of a little boy building a wall of bricks. 🧱

At the bottom was an inscription that read:

Saturday's child works hard for a living.

This comes from an old poem titled Monday's child.

While I'm not one to believe in horoscopes or astrology ⚖️ and the like, this line has always resonated with me.

Yes, I was born on a Saturday.

I can still vividly see the statue - a brown-haired boy dressed in blue coveralls, brick in hand. Building. Working. Creating.

I love hard work. I respect hard work, and people who work hard. I'm drawn to it. There's a certain grit about it.

Do not fear hard work.

Don't be afraid to work hard enough to find out how good you can really be.

For "hard work beats talent, when talent doesn't work hard."

Happy Saturday my friends.