The challenge of Mondays is that so much that seems possible when a body is freed from certain daily obligations––traffic, work schedules, emails, meetings, bells––suddenly seems to slip away. It’s a tragic feeling, one I routinely brace for every Sunday afternoon into evening.
I am constantly having to remind myself (every Monday, and for the rest of the week) that the other part of the challenge is to find a way to grasp those ephemeral beauties again and hold them close––even while running in worn shoes, unlaced, in the cold rain, on a sore knee with a sense that it will be some time before you can stop again.
To hold and keep holding, this is the challenge. Like it’s your life, as the saying goes. Because, of course, that is exactly what it is. And although it has a way of coming into such sharp focus on Mondays, it’s really the challenge of a lifetime.
4 thoughts on “Hold On”
That’s the most eloquently written Monday blues I’ve come across.
Laughing hard, Thomas! Thank you, on Mondays I need all the help I can get : )
“running in worn shoes, unlaced, in the cold rain, on a sore knee ” yes, today felt a lot like that.
I feel you, Jeff. Thanks for your excellent company!