Monday reflection – a body that protests
It’s Monday again.
Alarms are ringing – it’s time to wake up.
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But not for me.
Because I’m already awake.
Monday reflection – everyday life and a body that protests
A tough weekend?
No… it was a weekend in the motorhome for us.
But my body is being tough on me right now.
My osteoarthritis has started acting up again.
My hip is speaking its own language – a language I don’t like.
It’s a language that says:
you’ve moved too much, you need to take it easy.
But I don’t agree.
I feel like I already am taking it easy.
So we’re not really speaking the same language, my body and I.
This is a Monday reflection where both everyday life and the body are allowed to take space.
Thoughts after the party leaders’ debate
Did you watch the political debate yesterday?
I did.
And I saw a side that felt self-satisfied and content.
And I don’t really understand what they are proud of.
Is it:
- that child poverty is increasing?
- that people are living paycheck to paycheck?
- that decisions affect the most vulnerable the hardest?
Sometimes it feels to me like someone has punched a hole in the bottom of the boat.
And now it’s taking in water.
And those who can’t swim…
they risk drowning first.
I think a lot about the children.
Children who already take responsibility for things they should never have to carry.
That is also a kind of class journey.
But not in the direction anyone would hope for.
A Sunday of conversations and doors
When we got home yesterday, we unpacked the motorhome.
Then a moment on the couch. Some food.
And then I went out knocking on doors.
Many doors.
Many conversations.
About life.
About worry.
About the election ahead.
After that, we landed back on the couch and watched the debate.
Yesterday my husband got his present in advance via a text message, so he wouldn’t be surprised.
Several of the children had gone together for it – and they will also be there when it’s time to celebrate.
A concert with dinner.
Already on Friday.
That’s something nice.
To have something to look forward to.
Monday’s task – helping out
No, this will be a shorter post today.
My daughter has moved.
And today I’m going to sew curtains.
I’ll bring the sewing machine and help her get things in place.
So it becomes a bit more hers.
That kind of day.
A good day.
And mine…
has already begun.
💭 Reflection
We don’t always move in sync with our bodies.
Sometimes they say stop
when we feel like we’ve barely even started.
We carry pain.
Thoughts that rub the wrong way.
A world that doesn’t always make sense.
And still, we continue.
We unpack cars.
We knock on doors.
We sew curtains for our children.
We live.
Not because everything is easy.
But because we don’t really know any other way.
And maybe it’s right there –
in the tension between what hurts and what holds –
that we still belong together.
❓ Question for you
What does your Monday look like today?
Is it your body, your thoughts, or life itself that speaks the loudest right now?
🌿 AHA – between the lines
What this is really about is not just a Monday.
It’s about what it feels like when the body says one thing
and life demands something else.
When the world outside feels rough
and the small, close things are what hold us.
This post says:
That we can be angry, tired and questioning –
and still continue taking care of what is ours.
That we can feel at odds with both our bodies and society,
and still choose to step outside, talk to people,
sew curtains and be there.
These are not contradictions.
This is life.
And maybe that’s where our strength is –
that we don’t stop, even when it hurts.
🔗 More to read
https://malix.se/03/morgon-ulricehamn-husbil/05/09/11/
https://malix.se/02/glutenfritt-brod-ullricehamn/05/03/04/
https://malix.se/29/onsdagens-bibliotek-empati-vardagsliv/05/17/17/
https://malix.se/30/torsdagens-statistik-varlden-hittar-malix/05/10/10/
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Yesterday has already come to rest in history.
Tomorrow waits somewhere in the distance.
But right now –
this is where life happens.
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