I don’t know if you know this, but Tuesday frequently arrives after Monday. Fascinating, right?
And tomorrow will be Wednesday, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
Yesterday was a humdinger of a Monday, packed full of various unpleasantness, none of which I’ll bore you with, but all of which has left me with a bitter aftertaste.
Monday doesn’t want to stay in its lane.
So here’s innocent Tuesday, minding its own business, trying to get on with the Tuesdayness of it all, and it’s being sullied by Monday’s brush. That seems unfair.
Sometimes a mood is internal, and sometimes it’s brought about by external forces. Both can be tough to shake.
Sometimes it’s just not shakeable.
Sometimes you just have to sit with it and through it and plow forward even when it wants to keep you exactly where you are. And forward’s not always possible.
So that’s OK too.
I’m going to try to let Monday fade away in to the murk that is the past, and I hope you have the best of Tuesdays.