Monday morning. Lacking substance. The “real world” had me on hold before 6 am. In a queue of sixty-two, I juggled notions of many actions to take while waiting and lined them up in their own.
This particular task, my commitment to writing every morning, landed in fourth place; preceded only by general maintenance items. Gratefully, just over an hour into the wait (as I was about to take my first action, of course), the hold music broke and I heard a “Hello”…
Magically, this Monday morning is moving along. I have i’s to dot and t’s to cross. And, thus far, they are falling nicely into some semblance of order. I will admit, the fact that being on hold for a mere sixty-five minutes was a bonus is astounding in several ways.
With less than an hour before I must venture out into the world, I am grateful that I have been able to keep this commitment. Both to you and myself. And, I am grateful for you. Your audience is my purpose.
May you have a Merry Monday!