I just read an email/article on "Telling Better Stories with Our Lives." I shouldn't do stuff like this to myself on Mondays. It's masochistic.
Sometimes Melissa, who I'm suspecting really is from a really distant planet, will venture into my inner life with financial questions, plans for the week, reminders, etc. She's pretty daring, but she's learning that these sorts of quests she takes are doomed. Totally doomed.
That's why I'm a little befuddled by the article I had handed to me by a friend as I entered the office. Can't a Monday under-achiever have a little peace without being reminded by (OK I'll name him) Donald Miller telling him that he needs to be living a better life?! That living a better life could effect the lives of thousands who are waiting for him to step up to the plate, swing and become the super-star that the needy world needs to today. On Mondays I'd rather bunt and pray I get to first.
It doesn't help that we have 5 day work weeks here in America. I know there are places where the most that's expected of a male is to squat in place and tell hunting stories and doodle in the sand until the women ask him to move. That may be where I belong, at least on Mondays.
Walking into work I was greeted by the security guard with a cheery salute and the innocent question, "How's it going?" I put on my best manic smile and gave my standard bare faced lie, "GREAT!" I wonder if said greeter ever suspects that an individual could be experiencing that much greatness that many days in a row.
And then I get here and read this article and depression begins to set in. "Welcome back" the article seems to say. "Welcome back to a week of guilt, with generous slabs of "you should be doing something meaningful with your life" and a side of pressure from great author who used to not take himself so seriously.
But all of this kind of leads me nowhere. Especially on a Monday. God does good and even great things through people just like me - monday monsters who see the gray in everything. People who just can't seem to find the right pants. I did find the right pants today, so I guess my week is off to a better than normal start.
I need a savior today as with every-day, it's the only way through.