Turn and face the ________.
I left it blank on purpose.
It’s a Bowie line, but more than that, it’s a Monday line. Mondays don’t arrive with answers. They arrive with weight. With responsibility. With something waiting on the other side of the weekend that doesn’t care how rested or ready you feel.
You could fill in the blank with unknown. That works. Most weeks begin that way. We rarely know how the markets will move, how people will react, how our own energy will hold up by Wednesday. The unknown isn’t dramatic, it is just there, sitting at your desk before you are.
You could write unfamiliar. New routines. New problems. New versions of old problems. That one fits too, though unfamiliar often turns out to be life asking us to learn instead of retreating.
New sounds hopeful. Maybe too hopeful for a Monday. Mondays aren’t about inspiration. They’re about showing up anyway.
Uncertain is honest. It acknowledges that nothing is locked in. That plans wobble. That confidence is something you build by moving, not by waiting.
And then there’s truth. Or facts. Or reality. Those are the words Monday specializes in. They don’t negotiate. They don’t soften. They just stand there and say, “Here it is.”
So I left the space open.
Because every Monday brings its own word.
And whatever fills that blank this week—fear, responsibility, opportunity, loss, growth—the job is the same.
Turn.
Face it.
And don’t blink.
