Good gawd these Mondays seem to get right on you. You’re recovering from the last one and–boom! Monday’s fist is in your face; forcing you to get ready to get back to the swing of the week, ready to put the dreams away for the weekday daylight hours.
And what are those dreams, friends? I’ve been looking at mine recently. I won’t pour them out here for the sake of privacy and brevity, but I’ve counted them a time or two. Life has a numbing way about it, the “routine” and all, doesn’t it? Week blends into week as Mondays stack together. Soon enough it’s time to keep the routine going and what we want to do is pushed aside.
I definitely don’t want to be that guy who sits at his desk in twenty years, wondering the “if” game. I guess some retrospection and second-guessing is unavoidable, like the gambler who sees his hand bust, wishing he had stayed at 17.
This isn’t one of those campy “go for your dreams” posts, but there comes a time when people need to take stock of what they’re pouring their efforts toward. You know? The “journey of a thousand miles begins with one step” garbage. How much closer are you (and I) to our goals? Be it weight or a book or a painting or a location, everyone needs a reminder to take an hour and read or learn a new language or do whatever.
Ok, I guess this has turned into one of those campy posts. Meh.