Oh, the misery of Monday…
Like a forgotten memory, the miasmic swamp-gas of a nascent workweek wafts up into our sense fields, suddenly reminding us of the monster we mercifully misremembered.
An unmistakable sense of dread permeates our being, seemingly indicating the need to take action.
But instead of charging into the wilderness, sloughing off all responsibility, we must dig deep, find the resolve to put on a smile, and enthusiastically take up our lot once more.
For within the heart of resistance there is the subtle knowledge of our capacity to endure. We must apply the figurative bellows to the metaphoric embers of stoicism.
Because no matter how disconcerting the cyclical contours of our life may be, there is the potential to make good on old promises–to finally realize our aims–built into the very nature of our elliptical experience. Monday’s fleeting figure is no match for our inherent creativity… or our Internet irreverence!