“It’s almost there. Today’s Thursday,” I hear a fellow passenger say to her friend as we all walk off the train. Yet another person counting the seconds until the weekend.
(At that moment, she had 115,200 seconds to go.)
On and on we tromp down the endless treadmill, until, perhaps, we step up and step off.
It is especially rare to wake up one day and muster the courage to jump off alone. The treadmill’s moving too fast, and we might hurt ourselves when we jump.
What gets us there is the slow, consistent work of finding like-minded people to dream with, to experiment with, to discover what a different world might look like. We draw our courage from them, as they do from us.
When the moment finally does come to leap, we are surrounded by a community trust, that catches us, shows us the way, and cushions the fall.
Happy Monday to you.