I love Mondays. Weird, I know, but I look forward to them with all the enthusiasm of a New Year’s resolutionist.
Each Sunday, I look over the past week and evaluate. Was the week productive? Did I keep my promises to myself that I’d __________ by the end of the week, or that I’d treat __________ with all the love and respect he/she deserves? Sometimes I can give myself a gold star, but all too frequently the answers are no.
But have no fear! A new Monday is here! I can start over with the previous resolutions and new ones if I’d like.
Same goes for the first Monday of the month. How did last month go? What are my goals for this month? I admit, by the fifth First Monday I’ve lost my enthusiasm, just as I’ve lost it by the Thursday of each week, and I watch the rest of the year go down in flames, just as I’ve watched the rest of the week burn.
Still, even though my engine becomes more feeble by the end of the year, I keep chugging along. It’s the way I function–alway optimistic, always wanting this week/month to be better than last.
So you can imagine how I feel about the First Monday of the Year. Not New Year’s Day. That still has the holiday spirit. It has nothing to do with daily trudgery. Besides, resolutions made on that day are doomed to failure.
It’s like this: The New Year’s Infant becomes inundated with everyone’s promises of what they plan to accomplish in the next twelve months. With his child-like attention-span, he gets bored and simply stops listening after the first dozen resolutions. And without the Infant’s exuberant support, resolution requests number thirteen through infinity are doomed.
There you have it: the reason you can never keep your resolutions.
But first Monday of the year–that day has umph! The New Year’s Infant has had time to rest from the deluge and gives an attentive ear. Resolutions made on that day are far more likely to be accomplished by the end of the year. Believe me, I know.
Well, okay. I don’t know, but the year’s first Monday has always been my favorite, my most productive day. For the next three hundred and sixty-four days, my plans may incinerate. But for this one day, I’m golden!
And here it is again. My fifty-first First Monday of the Year. This year I resolve to–
Uh-uh. That’s for the Infant’s ears alone, and for the Heavenly One who always hears my prayers.
Happy New Year, everyone.