Monday’s child

I entered the world on Labor Day in 1955.  Periodically, my birthday falls on Labor Day but this year, it’s on the Friday after this holiday. Nonetheless I often tell casual inquirers that I was born on Labor Day and my mother was not amused.

The children’s poem claims that Monday’s child is fair of face.  But I feel like Wednesday’s child, “full of woe”.  Perhaps it’s just a pity party, a recently-levided accusation.  But I struggle these days to even look into a mirror, let alone believe anything good of myself.

I feel as though I’m losing each battle and that the war will ultimately be forfeit.

I’m just being honest with any who read this blog.  When I started this quest to go a year without complaining, I perceived the undertaking as a public vehicle for being nicer to people.  It has become a journey instead to metamorphisis of a deeper kind, and the end result has not yet been revealed.  There might be too much damage to scrape it all away, apply a giant’s ration of triple antibiotic ointment, and swathe in strips of torn bedsheet.  My personal first aid skills have been sorely challenged.

But I’m not complaining.  Healing often requires re-injuring the bone which has gone unsplinted and healed at an odd angle.  For me, it has been necessary to plunge into the depths of murky undertow, to find the clog in the drain and pull it free.  The ultimate outcome still eludes me, and perhaps I will drown in the moss-clogged water.  Too soon to tell.  Too soon to tell.  Monday’s child still valiantly thrashes though, madly dog-paddling with my misshapen legs, hoping the current will not sweep me over the edge.

One thought on “Monday’s child

  1. Joyce (the grateful PUMA)

    CC,
    You have made an incredible leap and discovery, reaching the divide between reality and fantasy: what you want and what is possible.

    It is like psychotherapy, spending years climbing to the top of your personal mountain, standing proudly at the top, only to see mountain after mountain after mountain.

    Remember this: the trip is the thing!
    jk

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