This is a post about the Sunday blues; the dreaded point in the day that woefully signals the weekend is over, and the next week’s anxiety starts to chase you from behind. Someone once described this feeling to me like the 60 Minutes clock, and I’ve never forgotten it. Somehow at 7:00 pm the clock’s ticking at the beginning of the show seemed benign, but by 8:00 pm when the show was over, the ticking felt far more ominous.
On New Year’s Eve 2019, I took to my journal to write out a section of Maya Angelou’s “On the Pulse of Morning” and at the time I knew that I would revisit this passage quite a bit during the course of 2020.
Today I found myself in familiar Sunday blues territory, facing anxiety over a host of things that creep into the subconscious at the most inopportune times. When I was in school and especially during my corporate career, Sundays always left a strange pit in my stomach; it’s a conditioned response that I’ve had a difficult time re-programming.
I felt that sense of unease on New Year’s Eve, heading into a new year quite uncertain of what the future will hold, and Maya Angelou’s words spoke to me so clearly then, and they continue to do so now.
I’m sharing this with you in the event that someone out there might be facing that same dread on a Sunday night, especially when the 60 Minutes clock starts ticking down to zero. May you face the new hour, new day, the new year, new endeavor, and new challenge with courage, grace, and gratitude.
To read Angelou’s full poem, click here.