Well, here we are on another beautiful Monday. The hate of a which seems to be a fun national pass time. I stopped hating Mondays when, it hit me one day, that coming off of a restful weekend, Mondays was time to snap back to the important work of dream fulfillment. Like the birth of a new child, Monday's are bathed in new hope and opportunity.
(that was a little pretentious, I know, I can't help it. A little pretension goes a long way sometimes)
Over the weekend I went to a friends first performance of a song he had been working on for weeks. We're part of a group of friends with huge artistic dreams and thus we all know what it means to create something and expose it - sometimes raw - to the public.
So we rallied up and we all went to his show. (Which was amazing. I can't wait to see how he progresses with it.)
We all were able to meet up later for a hang out session. There is just something about the experience of hanging out with like minded (with different personalities) that charges the creative cells. It's like turning on the engine to a classic muscle car - it hums and roars and purrs to life.
And just like a classic whip, the sound your creative energy makes is unique to a certain type and model. We are the creative generation. We truly long to make our mark on society by showing our inner lives through our natural gifts and honed craft (and I aint talking mac cheese! ow!).
To possibly run the car metaphor into the ground, it seems that too many times, people want to settle on being the assembly line version of someone else. They want to play it safe and copy what someone else has done or is currently doing.
Partially it's the fault of a society that constantly seeks to diminish creative ambition with the mundane realities of life. And the other part is squarely on the people themselves. Being a copy cat is the easy road. But they ultimately find out it doesn't lead where they thought it would.
I realized I use to hate Mondays because it was the day we went back to work, usually at our little place holder jobs (no surprise there) but it was more than that. Underneath that rational, and oft shared feeling, there was a layer of fear. Every new Monday became a challenge posed to all of us; Do you dare to be happy?
You ask somebody that question and the answer is always going to be yes. But there always hovers that nasty possibility of failure.
But it's not like that at all. Not just Monday's, but every new day that comes isn't about failure. It's about the chance to get the level of happiness and success you dream of. It's chance after chance to quickly learn from your mistakes and rebound the next day.
The smart ones among us do that everyday; adjusting their play book, ever so slightly based on what they learned the last round (yesterday).
So there we were, talking, sipping, laughing and I stopped, turned to my friends and said, "I'm having a good time, let's do this again". To which one of them replied, " Yeah, How about Monday?"
If another beautiful moment could happen again, then why shouldn't it happen on a Monday? My engine is primed up, humming to its very rhythm, and I'm ready to go.
Monday old friend, It's always good to see you. Let's keep doing it again and again.
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