Monday morning

I work in an office.

I've done so for a very long time — since 1989.

It's not been my exclusive domain: I've worked (inter alia) on building sites, digging graves, calling bingo and at home.

For me, Monday has never meant anything more than another day of work. It comes, it goes and, before you know it, the weekend arrives.

But, I know, for a lot of people, they dread it 😰.

I should, perhaps, ask them "Why?", but I guess it's the monotony, the drudgery of work or having to face their denuded soul(s) all over again.

One day, well, as I keep saying, it won't come again. That statement's not life-sustaining or anything but for me at least, it's a healthy dose of the awesomeness of life.

To be clear, I've never been into cheerleading. I don't believe that anyone can motivate another human being over the long haul. Sure, you might have your senses heightened by bearing witness to the feats and endeavours of others, but you're unique, meaning, you'll always express yourself the way you'll express yourself.

I also realise that not everyone works. Some people can't, some are retired and others would like to but aren't given the chance. And to that extent, I'm talking, not for the first time, from a privileged position.

But whatever the circumstances, we'd do well to pinch ourselves to remind us that this day is unique and will never come again.

Much love ❤️, Ju


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