Monday Morning Match is a simple post – maybe a quote, inspirational story or idea – intended to spark some motivation inside each of you so your week gets off to a fantastic start on Monday morning.
“Blockin’ out the scenery, breakin’ my mind”
It seems like everyone is talking and no one is saying anything. It’s noisy online and off right now, isn’t it? It’s like there is a farmer’s market and every booth is selling different versions of crazy.
“Listen to me. I’m an expert,” says one person while the next person says the exact opposite while begging for the spotlight. One channel on the television boasts they have the facts while just two clicks away on the remote control, the other talking head is claiming to know what’s right…only louder.
“Can’t You Read the Sign?“
It was almost 50 years ago that Five Man Electrical Band from Ottawa, Ontario sang about signs. “Long-haired freaky people need not apply,‘ “anybody caught tresspassin’ would be shot on sight,” and “you got to have a membership card to get inside.“
Maybe as uncertainty, doubt, and perhaps a little fear starts to creep into our world over these next few days, weeks, and possibly even months, we can all learn a lesson from the last stanza in their 1971 hit song;
And the sign said, “Everybody welcome. Come in, kneel down and pray”
“Signs” by Les Emmerson, Five Man Electrical Band
But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all
I didn’t have a penny to pay
So I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own little sign
I said, “Thank you, Lord, for thinkin’ ’bout me. I’m alive and doin’ fine”
Do This, Don’t Do That
I’m on vacation this week with my family on Hilton Head Island in South Carolina. I’m planning to tune out the noise and look for different signs. I guess you might say I’m going to “focus on the scenery, and clearin’ my mind.”
None of the so-called experts, authorities, or pundits will be interfering with my playlist this week. It’s time to stay up late and sleep in longer. I’m gonna enjoy walks to the beach and runs to the liquor store. I might take a few mulligans off the tee and give myself a few gimmes from inside the leather. I’ll be down here building relationships with loved ones, solving problems like which golf course to play and which IPA to enjoy next, and I’ll be sure to have fun doing it…whatever “it” might be.
Something tells me the signs will still be there when I get back next week, but for now, I’ll focus on the signs I want to.
