Seasons change, Mondays don’t...
Today (the day that I am writing this) is Monday. Today, and practically every Monday before this, it feels like the day just steamrolls over me. My body is flattened; my brain turned to mulch. Today, I lay my mulch-head down on my spaghetti arms and uttered the words, “I want to cancel Mondays”. “Are you talking to me?”, asks my perplexed husband, looking ever-fresh as a bloody daisy. “I’m not sure”, I sighed. “Do you have the power to cancel Mondays?”.
Today (the day after I wrote the paragraph above) - my mind somewhat recovered from the inhumane cruelty of Monday - it dawns on me that if I cancelled Mondays, I would probably have to cancel Tuesdays also, and so on and so forth… Bummer.
I wonder — does it feel YIKES! because Mondays really are just so much more hectic than any other weekday, or does it simply come down to the fact that it is the transitional day between sweet-weekend-nothingness and normal-week-muchness? I’m hesitant to admit it, but the Logical Me tends to lean towards the latter… The Emotional Me is busy planning a strike, painting a sign that reads, “PRO CHOICE: MY WEEK, MY RULES”.
With this logic, it then follows that the same can be said of any transitional time in our lives. The newness of the learning curve is exhausting! Think back to when you were about to complete Primary School — you were Top Dog, smirkedly (is there such a word?? There should be!) shaking your head at the silliness of the little munchkins around you, with their silly little games and their silly little thoughts. Come the first day of High School, and suddenly you were right at the bottom of the pecking order again! YOU had become the silly little munchkin with the silly little games and the silly little thoughts! Then, you learned and grew and battled your way to matriculation — Top Dog once again! Only to be chucked back to the bottom of the pile yet again, teetering on the threshold of the vast and unnerving world of Adulthood…
A new world. A new season. A new transitional period that will challenge and mould you in unexpected, often uncomfortable ways…
My new season included expanding my little business - a frightfully daunting experience - by appointing a wonderful marketing team (if you’re new here, it’s likely because you saw my silly little face on socials). This, in turn, forced me to realise that I needed help, so I hired an amazing part-time assistant. This suddenly freed up some of my time (which had become more scarce than Monday-morning brain cells), which oddly enough did not make me feel calmer or more collected, but instead plunged my anxieties into a realm of crazy never before explored… Finally, to make matters (and the crazy) worse -- I lost a major income when the longstanding Spier Market closed down. I moped around a bit, and then: Cue a fit of marvellous when-one-door-closes-another-opens-mentality! I soared through the open door towards a few new, exciting endeavours (more on that soon-ish!), quickly filling up my time and exponentially multiplying the crazy…
And that’s where you find me today: My school shoes are polished (one size too big, of course); my silly little heart is racing as the big kids smirk at me; there is endless newness in my near-future; and I am trying to still the Crazy so that I can calmly find my way.
There’s not much we can do about the transitional seasons in our lives, I’m afraid, other than just soldiering on… But back to cancelling Mondays — Who’s with me? We ride at dawn!!!
