This week, I ended up with 4 consecutive Monday’s in a row. It’s been bad enough to give me writers block. Like any other writer, or least I would assume like any other, it’s very agitating to me. In some cases over the years, I systematically compounded the problem by over thinking and trying too hard, resulting in bad moods and lashing out at others, without anything to show for it. 
The feeling of 4 consecutive Monday’s in a row ironically started on Ground Hog’s Day. I felt as if each day was the same as the previous, but significantly more aggravating. How apropos that my week of Monday’s would start on Ground Hog’s Day. It eventually made me laugh as I thought about Bill Murray in the wonderfully imaginative movie.
I believe I’ve snapped the streak today as I’m enjoying a typical Friday. This time though, it’s atypical in the sense that I seem to be enjoying it just a little bit more. It’s always nice to appreciate something more. My only regret is that I don’t appreciate the smaller things as much as I should. The things I generally take for granted, such as a beautiful day, can easily be taken from me in a heartbeat
The human condition generally marches us down the path of cynicism allowing our psyche to rejoice when something goes our way. This way of thinking also sets in motion complacency when it comes to the little things we expect and take for granted. A good example might be how we breathe without hesitation, as a natural bodily function. We all know that breathing is essential to life, but we expect it to happen, without delay or impediment, as we might expect the Sun to come up everyday without any intervention. Take away the natural ability to breathe on our own and we immediately panic and fight to the bitter end to achieve our objective to live.
Stop and smell the flowers and take notice of how, without much effort, you inhale a just a little deeper in an effort to tantalize your senses with a sweet scent. Now imagine having to concentrate and exert energy to accomplish such a function every waking and sleeping moment of your existence. A scary thought to say the least.
Again, I assume, not much of this makes sense to most of you reading this, but that’s ok with me. I’m simply enjoying the ability to write something to be enjoyed by others, without much forethought and physical exertion on my part.
Today I take notice of the little things and marvel at the true gifts all around me.
I’ve just given you five minutes…
