A lot of folks dread Mondays. Just scroll through Instagram on a Sunday evening. You would think Monday is judgement day.
The toughest Monday in my life came around this same time 14 years ago, when I was in the midst of pr-ing the launch of a client’s book.
I was getting used to a new life after a ridiculously early heart attack. My relationship with my partner was disintegrating. And our rental agreement on the flat wouldn’t be renewed. I was living proof that bad news comes in threes.
I opened my calendar that morning and it smelled of overwhelm. All the dates and times were changing. Who and what could I rely on any more? Our two kids were too young to understand any of this. But at least I still had Bibo.
All these moving parts. Situations change. People change. Everything is always in flux. The first time I heard and fell in love with Wagner’s “Tristan and Isolde,” I learned there’s actually a name for it. It’s called unresolved tension.
There will always be unresolved tension. Mondays aren’t so bad after all.