Unorthodox Stipulation: Just Another Monday
I look back right now as most people do rolling around near thirty. Look back on life and events and try to trace the things that could have been better and some that really did turn out as best they could. A few years back I wrote something that I destroyed but still manage to remember the gist of. I suppose if you throw something away but can’t erase it from your memory you might as well put it to good use.
My brother often says, "it’s just another Monday". I know what he means when he says what he says but since he first said I can’t help but think of life as in those terms from time to time. My life is in a perpetual state of Monday: consisting of things I have to do but really don’t want to. Even though I’m in the summer of my life I still find myself at Monday. Everyone, if honest, can attribute their lives to the same kinds of classifications we attribute to the days of the week. Some people’s lives are Wednesdays. That day in the middle that’s far enough from Monday to seem better and yet far enough from Friday to know you still have some ways to go before you get to where you really want to be. Some people’s lives are a never ending series of Fridays. Full of fast life and hard play; some of them are happy but sooner or later even Fridays take their toll on the body and soul making even the boldest of us pray for Sunday.
And then there are the Sundays. Sunday people can do what ever they like because they’ve been through all the days of the week and have the wisdom to know all things in life have their time and place. Sundays are the result of a life well lived and of choices even if hard made in good action and faith. Sundays are the end of the road but not the end of the journey–and that is why Sundays are so important. I’m sure looking at your life you can easily find your place or at least a place in between days that make sense to where you are at this or any given moment in your life.
I look at these days much like I did when I first wrote something like this and it is hard on my heart and eyes to see that I’m still where I was-I’m still at Monday. I would really like to be between Friday and Sunday but I’m sure I’ll only get as far as Wednesday by year’s end. And if I could get to Wednesday I’d be better off than I am today and that much closer to the day I would like to be. If I keep at a reasonable pace for the next few years Sunday’s not that far off nor will it seem in retrospect. But when you look back and trace time to how and what you could have, should have, and would have, it’s a little hard to take into stride that maybe you and I had a little something to do with getting stuck at Monday. And what I say now that I couldn’t say then (when first writing something like this) is that it’s okay. It’s okay that you can’t change things past because things past belong back there so that we can be right here. The past is there soo that we can see what’s coming and how we can fix what can be fixed and leave alone some of what’s meant to be broken.
I hope that in reading this maybe it will help you find your place as it did mine writing it. And know in your minds and in your hearts that no day is forever and that you can find yourself at any day no matter how hard you try because life is meant to be more than what we want it to be. If we always got what we wanted we wouldn’t ever find the things we need. I’m working on Wednesday because that’s were I need to be; and maybe in getting to where I need to be I might get a glimpse of what I want. Maybe if we all worked on the things we need we’d all get that much closer to the things we want…and maybe if we did get what we truly needed the things we want won’t seem all that important anymore.