Last week I wrote a blog about how to make it through a Monday.
I tried to take my own advice.
“Pause before you plunge into the craziness of the day.”
“Settle into the moment.”
But, somehow, I slipped into the wrong one.
This moment began with the sound of the windshield wipers, the rumbling of wheels on the road. .
I caught a whiff of tuna fish from the paper brown bag on my lap.
Then, the bus slowed.
As I stepped out in front of a low, brick building, I felt my stomach lurch.
This particular moment was all about Monday and how much I hated school.
· The kids who teased me.
· The homework assignments I never finished.
· The library books I always lost.
· The questions the teachers would ask me to answer in front of the class.
On weekends, I laughed and made up games for my siblings. I wrote stories and sang songs.
But, Monday when came, I headed to my doom.
Like I said, wrong moment.
I don’t live there anymore.
· The bullies are grown up.
· The teachers retired.
· The school building gone.
Tomorrow, I‘ll try again.
Pause before I plunge into the day.
Center on the present.
Not the past or the future.
I’ll savor where I am.