MONDAY, Slothing it
Dear Friends, enjoy today’s letter:
As the sun rises on this fine Monday, February 10, 2025, I find myself compelled to address the collective groan echoing across the nation. It seems that the aftermath of Super Bowl revelry, coupled with the ceaseless cacophony of political theater, has left many of you in a state of profound lethargy. Fear not, for I am here to assure you that such a condition is not only natural but, dare I say, commendable.
Consider, if you will, the noble sloth. This creature, unburdened by the frenetic demands of modern life, moves at a pace that would make a tortoise blush. Yet, does the sloth concern itself with the opinions of others? Does it fret over productivity reports or the latest scandal in Washington? Certainly not. The sloth understands that life is best savored slowly, with deliberate contemplation and the occasional nap.
In light of this wisdom, I propose that we, too, embrace our inner sloth this Monday. Let us cast aside the unreasonable expectations of immediate efficiency and instead indulge in a moment of respite. After all, the world has been spinning quite rapidly as of late, and a brief pause may prevent us from becoming hopelessly dizzy.
Now, I am aware that some industrious souls may protest, insisting that the wheels of progress must continue to turn. To them, I say, even the most well-oiled machine requires occasional maintenance. A day of rest is not a dereliction of duty but rather an investment in future endeavors. By allowing ourselves this grace, we ensure that we may return to our labors with renewed vigor and clarity.
Moreover, let us not forget the recent spectacle of the Super Bowl—a grand event that, for reasons beyond my comprehension, compels otherwise sensible individuals to consume their body weight in questionable snacks and libations. It is only natural that such indulgence would result in a temporary decline in one’s usual pep. Rather than chastise ourselves for this indulgence, let us celebrate it as a testament to our capacity for joy and communal celebration.
As for the political tumult that seems to be as constant as the northern star, I propose we grant ourselves permission to momentarily disengage. The republic has endured for centuries and can surely withstand our inattention for a single day. By stepping back, we may find that the sky does not fall, and the sun continues to rise and set with predictable regularity.
In conclusion, dear friends, I urge you to approach this Monday with a spirit of gentle indulgence. Allow yourself the luxury of a slow start, a leisurely cup of coffee, and perhaps even an extra hour in bed. The world will wait, and you will be better for it.
Stay tuned for the rest of the week, as I shall be addressing the topics of Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion in my forthcoming letters. Until then, be kind to yourselves, and may your day be as unhurried as the sloth’s.
Yours in leisurely solidarity,
Julie Bolejack, MBA
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