“I have made good judgments in the past. I have made good judgments in the future.” – Dan Quayle
So here it is, another Monday. Woo-Hoo! It’s a whole new week.
In some cases, last week has been placed in a pretty box, tied up with Saturday and Sunday colored ribbons, and stored within easy mental reach. In many other cases, last week has been stuffed into a trash bag, tied closed with last weekend, and tossed into a dark corner to be forgotten. But for the vast majority, last week just rolled by like a nondescript section of highway, at the end of which, those people pulled into the Weekend Motel, kicked back for a couple of days, then got up this morning and hit another span of dull, gray highway.
Time is not a renewable resource. In every case, last week is gone, and there is no changing its contents.
We’ve just torn this week open. Most of the things that fill this coming week will be things we put in there with our own hands; others will be tossed in there by people and circumstances we have no control over. Every now and then, we can see something undesirable headed toward our week, and have the opportunity to leap in front of it and bat it away. Sometimes we have to make an effort and reach for the things we want to have in our week.
“I’ve acquired quite a taste for, a well-made mistake”
– Fiona Apple, When the Pawn…
Before I consign last week to the deep, though, I think I’ll take a few minutes to look at some of the scraps of trash in there I’d like to learn from. Things like rambling on, like an infamous drunken old writer, until my point is lost completely, given there was one to begin with. Anything in there serious enough to require atonement? I bloody well doubt it, just lessons to be tucked into a pocket before the week is chucked into the basement.
So, welcome to a new week, bitches! Don’t take it too seriously, just seriously enough.