Monday’s have long been the butt of all jokes. The tricky second album after a cracker of a two day off debut, but even if they don’t follow the form that you’ve previously been tapping your foot to, let’s not write them off.
They are typically a different pace, the words are different but the meaning and the sentiment should (I think) remain the same. ‘Let’s help each other out’ is the familiar chorus I want to be singing regardless of the date in the diary, or the cross on the calendar.
I had an interesting thought this morning while sat in an armchair, squashed by my two lovely daughters and challenged to read them a story at the same time – all about the child philosopher Christopher Robin, no less.
If your life was turned into a children’s story, what would the moral at the end of it be? Something simple that cuts through the crap that we all have dealt with over the years. Something that a 4 year old could pick up and make sense of.
I don’t know the answer for mine, but I’m gonna give it some thought.
I made myself run twice as far this morning, which felt good. I didn’t know if I could do it, but I did. A challenge can be healthy, and whilst I’m not destined to be a marathon runner (I don’t think – you’d have got great odds on that 5 years ago!) I enjoyed it.
Even if you aren’t about to take up running, a small goal to aim for can be good for morale – amusingly, it’s easier to score in a bigger goal – so don’t make it too achievable!
Love to you all
Originally posted on Facebook 6th April 2020
