We’re all tired. We’re all grumpy. And it’s Monday.
So here’s what I suggest. Let’s make it the Mondayist of Mondays, full of Mondayliciousness. Who’s with me?
Give me a half-shrug and an tepid “eh!”
There’s the spirit! So…how do we Monday it up? Start something. ANYTHING. Monday is the non-official beginning of the week, so make it the official beginning of something else. Whatever you want.
Thinking of starting an exercise program? Monday it up! Got a writing project rattling around your head? Get all Monday on its not-fleshed-out behind!
Pick one thing, large or small, and just start it. Give Monday a wave and let it energize you. Even if that thing you start today is something that will make the Mondays of the future more palatable.
Carve yourself out a little pocket of yes. And now that we’re pumped up, or at least marginally less deflated, have a great Monday.
First of all, a cat doing downward dog. Inherently funny.
Yesterday my neck and shoulder were tight, why, I have no idea. And it got progressively worse overnight, making sleep nearly impossible.
I wasn’t sure how my workout would go, but as always, movement won over inaction, because, while the pain isn’t entirely gone, it’s definitely better.
Not a perfect answer. But an answer better than the alternative.
Sometimes that’s the best we can hope for.
Meanwhile, it’s a gray, gray Monday and I don’t know if they said snow but it looks like snow. It’s a day with a lot on my mind, but on the plus side it’s also a day with a lot of physical tasks head, so hopefully those thoughts can sort themselves.
I already tackled one problem today, beyond the soreness, so that has to be a plus, right?
Anyway, once more into the Monday. I hope you have an incredibly wonderful one.
Not very inspiring for a Monday, I guess. Maybe because I’m not feeling very inspired. I’m pretty sure I’m the first person in the history of Mondays to feel this way on a Monday.
See, I can be sluggish and funny. Ish.
The only word I could think of to describe how I feel today was “molasses,” and so I turned to my thesaurus and realized how often you have to think of a synonym to find the synonyms. Ponder that for a while.
Or as long as you want, this is a space for free thought.
And now there is a drill of some sort going, a high-pitched drill competing with sirens outside and it’s pretty clear that whatever this Monday may be, it’s going to be loud. That ought to wake me up.
So as I try to unstick myself and venture off into the Mondayness of Monday, I hope you have a lovely Monday yourself.
I used to love watching period dramas. Whatever the period, whatever the drama. But lately, I’ve found they don’t appeal. It’s like the here and now has gotten so backward, I don’t want to draw the past any nearer.
That said, I’m definitely going to watch that nazi-hunting show.
But now I want visions of a future, far off, nearby, it doesn’t matter. Yes, the space ships veer off course–they nearly always veer off course–but humanity hung in long enough to traverse the stars and have a course to veer from.
There’s something about imagining generations after generations, surviving, thriving even perhaps, conquering new problems. Usually new problems we’ve made for ourselves, but that’s the epitome of human nature, it seems.
This phase will end, of course. Probably right around the time I run out of future-set things to watch. But for now I want to keep my eyes ahead, facing forward.
Have a great Monday.
I’m in the midst of a grumpy Monday, and by that I mean Monday is grumpy. Not me. Aside from picking up a cough, apparently, I’m peachy.
No, it’s Monday who’s lashing out, with Twitter typos and messing up my coffee. I have a single-cup coffee maker that uses a cone filter, not a pod, and I started the coffee this morning without a cup underneath.
OK, well, that one might have been me.
But Monday made me do it. Somehow.
It’s gray again, a hint of fog but this one looks warmer than the last, if such a thing is possible. Sparse snow lies uneasily in streaks over grass that is oddly more green than brown.
I suppose we all adapt.
And adapt we must. I hope you dodge its grumpiness and have a marvelous Monday.
And by joint I mean slang from early last century, not the marijuana kind, even though that would be perfectly legal here in Illinois. Not my thing but you do you. With the blessing of the Illinois state legislature.
Well, that’s a tangent I didn’t expect to take this morning. No, here on this particular Monday, on this day of remembering the great Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr,. I am raring to go.
Because here’s the thing. When he started, he had so much further to go than we have to go. When he started, the people before him had even further to go. And the people before that came here in chains, against their will, eventually to be decreed 3/5ths of a person.
Just think about that.
But here we are in a future full of robots who can vacuum your floor and cars wanting to drive themselves and more information within our grasp than any human could conceive. We can speak and be heard.
Dr. King’s legacy isn’t just the remarkable things he did. His legacy lies in what he showed us we could do.
And with that thought, I feel renewed to face the wilds ahead. These are tough times, but there have been tough times before. Oppression’s win is in our resignation to it.
We will not be resigned.
Usually, when you hear the word “wintering” you think of people flitting off to somewhere warm, usually Florida, to wait out the frigid months somewhere cold, like Chicago.
Well, I’m not doing that.
No, I’m wintering in winter. It was slow this year but it did arrive, snowy, windy baggage in hand, and here I am, looking out at a landscape that is a stark arrangement of whites to grays to blacks. Not a speck of color to be seen.
This weekend I cozied it up as best I could, as it was chilly inside and out. I baked and crocheted and I don’t know who this person is but she can keep me warm and full of sugary goodness so I’d count that as a win.
And now that we’re firmly into January, my mind turns to those writing projects so very neglected. Editing, my friends.
So much editing.
That will be my Monday, and I hope your Monday is as glorious as any Monday has a right to be.