Every day is new.
Yes, it is Monday, and we have been through (almost) countless Mondays. It is the start of a new school week, or work week. Because of those two things, Monday gets, I think, a bad rap. But, if I had written this tomorrow, I still would have called it “New”.
It is 6:11 AM. I am eating my Raisin Bran and drinking my coffee while I write this. The start of a new day. A new set of experiences, even if they are related to previous ones. They are still unique and new because we have never done today’s experiences before today.
Why am I trying to be so existential so early in the morning? It is way early. Oh. It is new.
I can see my 6 1/2 year old miniature schnauzer, Chip, asleep on the bed where he hasn’t moved since I got up. We more or less walk the same path multiple times a day, but every trip is something new for him. New smells. new grass, new leaves, new cats (nope, same ones you barked at yesterday buddy), new squirrels (same ones you chased the day before). Without intending to, I actually illustrated my point.
As people, we often don’t approach the newness of things. We ignore a new day, and focus on it being Monday, and all of the things Monday brings. We say “that is the same squirrel you chased yesterday”, instead of seeing the newness — a different tree, watching the squirrel gather nuts, or scamper to the next tree.
This is one of the many things occupying my gray matter every day. Some of those things pay rent, although many are free to walk…
