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Sunday May 1, 2016               

 

One Sunday morning I’ll wake: winner of all battles, triumphant in any achievement I sought, gloriously swaddled in bounty I’ve earned, it’s hard-won …

As easily I’ll finish second. Or last or second from last, but I know I’ll be second to none if I refuse to give up, refuse to quit, refuse to let defeats, detours and pot-holes derail my forward momentum.

Hinge day – review everything we did wrong, did over and didn’t get right. Any given Sunday*, review what was fast and slow, high and low. Past.

Or, we can look ahead.

Can’t imagine an entire future, but we can map-out a week, plan a week, schedule intentions.

Any given Sunday we can win!

Hinge day, pivot time – like rusty hinges on dangling old gates, pitting sag and drag vis-à-vis wind gusts which might push it all the way open, or push it firmly closed.

Like minds.

Pushed open.

Or held firmly, shut.

We talk to ourselves, argue opposite views. Playing head-checkers – neither side says, or hears, passion and zeal from the other. Few real-life contests get resolved in darkness or solitude.

Too much, too often, we hide out in our head. Fighting fiercely, not in noisy crowds, but silently – our feelings clearly heard, between ears among fears away from peers, we need to hide when we shed these tears. Any given day – our idea might be best, but we’ll never know if we keep it inside. Our best argument will never win its day in court if we only speak in this empty room.

Sunday is for visualizing week(s) ahead, not re-living last week.

That one is done.

Gone.


 

Mark Kolke

* this phrase, I’ll adopt/borrow today for this piece – relates to likelihood that any NFL team, and any given Sunday, could defeat any other NFL team – and by the movie. I’m not sure if that’s that is it’s original use, but that’s the one I know.

written / published from Calgary, AB

morning walk:  12C/53F, calm and clear – great on the sunny side of the street, still nippy in the shade – saw two rabbits worthy of chase, but Gusta’s still enjoying her weekend spa/resort romp at the kennel


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