In short: Feeling you’re not enough? It might be a simple typo!
My friend Charlie is a proper legend.
Every conversation we have results in laughter, a mindset shift or both.
She’s accidentally cool and always coming out with corkers, I call Charlie-isms.
Like the time she took her kids to Disneyland and they wanted all the souvenirs —she calmly goes:
“We shop with our eyes, we carry nothing.”
That line has been my parenting gold standard for 20 years!
One conversation literally stopped mid-croissant!
I’d had a rough week and, riddled with not-enoughness, gave in to despair.
I shared a rhyme from my childhood with Charlie to explain why I had no hope and was predestined for misery (I did say I gave in!)
Monday’s child is fair of face
Tuesday’s child is full of grace
Wednesday’s child is full of woe
Thursday’s child has far to go
Friday’s child works hard for a living
Saturday’s child is loving and giving
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay. (I had to google that last line! Check out how wrong I got it in the video)
Resigned to a line in a rhyme being the script for my entire life, I told Charlie:
“Every single one of those is positive — except Wednesday. And guess what day I was born? Woe is my default setting, and I’ll never escape it. (I can be a tad dramatic when I am up against it!)
Charlie didn’t even raise an eyebrow.
Without missing a beat, she casually replied:
“You’re spelling it wrong!
It’s not woe, Jaz. It’s WHOA. You, my friend, are FULL. OF. WHOA!”
That woke me up!
💥 WHOA is fierce.
💥 WHOA is powerful.
💥 WHOA is getting knocked down but never staying there.
So this week has been tough.
My book is about to launch, which is exciting, but it also contains information about my past that I don’t discuss on stage.
Sharing lived experience is always difficult, and the vulnerability hangover can be debilitating.
But you know what’s also true?
I’m a Wednesday’s child with a new story!
This is your shout-out if you’re a Wednesday kid—or if you’ve ever felt like you’ll never be enough.
🧡 Print this. Stick it on your fridge. Tattoo it on your soul.
You are not broken. You are blooming brilliant.
Remember, as my five-year-old son once said in response to the ‘he who smelt it dealt it’ accusation levelled at him…
Just because it rhymes, doesn’t mean it’s true!