It’s Monday. Yippee! Are you happy? No? Do you want to be happy? No? Keep doing whatever you’re doing. Pretty simple, right? But if you aren’t happy and you want to be happy, change something. Try something new. Anything.
That change can be tiny and infinitesimal. It can be a baby step in relation to the Universe. But Change Something. You will not regret it.
Why? Because the influence of Change, like the weather, is akin to the microscopic disturbance of a butterfly wing. A simple flutter has the potential to determine if it is going to rain on your outdoor wedding day six weeks hence. You never know. Weather and life and Change all have a beautifully fickle nature about them. Surprises abound.
While climate may depend on the broad and long and predictable haul, the weather is changeable. Its fluctuations are hard to predict. The weather can produce a different result in the immediate.
Your plans might change as a result of the weather. You may decide that a picnic is not in your best interest if there is a 90% chance of rain. But you never know. There goes a rabble of butterflies winging by, and you are out the door with your picnic basket, trying to decide which beach to lunch at.
Thank goodness for the seemingly impetuous nature of butterflies. While some may consider their flight to be a contribution to chaos, others may embrace the short term atmospheric changes as beautiful. Predictable climate patterns may merge and alter the atmosphere’s balance, but the short term, day-to-day atmospheric changes are what we live in. Climate is shaped by unseen global forces that create patterns — all of which are great to analyze, but chaotic disturbances affected by a butterfly migration are what add interest to another Monday. Nature is a miracle, and I am going to roll with the butterfly-generated chaos every time. I’ll choose a miracle any time.
Are you happy? I am. I love Mondays. Is there a pattern to the calendar and our work week? Yes. Do I want to abandon my post and join a kaleidoscope of gypsy butterflies that are winging by? Most definitely. Still, I am a bit of a homing pigeon, and I know where I want to light at journey’s end. With my sweetheart and my loved ones while listening to the stories of their Mondays that are always so magnificent and interesting, even when they do not believe that they are.
I love Mondays. Mondays: they re-define another shot at another week of happiness and bliss and appreciation. How could we not love them?
Life. Metamorphosis. Change. Growth. Struggle. Movement. Hope. Rebirth. Flight. Freedom. Happy Monday.