Last Monday was the fabled “Blue Monday” of twenty-first century conceit. Given the events of the last seven days, however, there has been a surprising correlation between the made up holiday and a time of genuine upset and despair. On the day of Trump’s inauguration, we watched a BBC comedy panel show about the event and followed that up with a documentary about a British lad who planned to assassinate the now president of the United States of America. And then we ate meatballs. It seemed like the right thing to do.
However, the week of Blue Monday 2017 has been special to us for another kind of azure hue. My wife, having often wanted to do something a little radical with her hair, finally took the plunge. We carefully applied bleach which resulted in what can only be described as a ‘look’. The photos of this stage have been expunged from the record with extreme prejudice. However, after that, the blonde-ish streaks were treated with Manic Panic’s After Midnight.
In my last post I mentioned how poorly Deb has been recently. When your body seems at war with your soul, a change really can help. It can be hard to move away from bad times, especially when the world tells you that they’re inevitable on any one day. Or when you inhabit a particular kind of body. Or don’t have a particular gadget. Or any one of a million cynical, manipulative, made up reasons. The key, as I see it, is to make any kind of positive change you possibly can. Even if that’s just making sure that you sit in as comfortable position as possible, or making a commitment to spend time in an enjoyable way. And if you’re completely happy and set-up in life, spend some time helping to bring positive change to the lives of those around you. Listen, give honest advice and opinions and, together, positive change will happen.
And remember – there’s nothing wrong with blue. Especially when it’s hot.