April’s Last Wednesday

Last Wednesday of April. Which means next Wednesday is May. Which means we’re almost somewhere new — and yet here we are, in the reliable middle of a week, requiring the same things the middle always requires.

Patience. Water. A real lunch. A moment to check in before running straight through to the end.

Here’s something I’ve noticed about the last week of a month: the temptation is to rush it. To push toward May, toward the next thing, toward the clean calendar page. But rushing the end of a month means you miss the last of what it had in it.

Today, slow down a little. Run warm water over your hands. Ask yourself the three questions. Do the minimum viable Wednesday if that’s all that’s available — and know that the minimum, done with intention, is enough.

May will get here. There’s no rushing it. You have today.

Rushing the end of a month means missing the last of what it had in it.

What’s something from April that deserves one more slow day of appreciation before the month ends?