First Monday of the New Year. That's a tough act right there.
As a society, we place a lot of weight on firsts. In our minds, we know that a day here or there isn't going to make that diet stick, that pattern fade, that job feel better, or that conflict easily be resolved. We know this.
But in our hearts and guts and souls, we also know it's essential to seize deliberate moments for a chance to ante up and take a fresh stab.
So days like this feel like permission to get a bit irrational and step into life as if everything was possible.
A uniquely HUMAN ability to turn a morning into a miracle.
At 9 AM, however, there is no magic wand that takes our side as we dance with the same ups and downs of any day. Just us. Just our attitude. Just our detachment. Just our ability to keep breathing. Just us and our ability to put things together again after they fall apart.
There was no guarantee that today would go well. So give yourself some grace if it did not. It was not on purpose. There was no guarantee that it would go poorly. So give yourself joy if it did not. It was also not on purpose.
And so, we gather together with you at 7 PM, with the day nearly done, to simply take note that this little Monday had a hell of a lot of pressure and that no matter how it went, our year and all that follows is entirely up to tomorrow, not today.
Because, if we're being honest, today was a really tough one.
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