Maybe it doesn’t have to be a Monday morning minute. Every morning has minutes even if they come with a little less alliteration. So here’s a not-too-deep thought.
Not everything that irritates us signifies a problem with the irritant. Naturally, when something perturbs us we tend to assume that we have been wronged. But sometimes the irritation comes from a problem within ourselves.
I guess what I’m saying is, it’s short-sighted to equate a sense of annoyance with righteous indignation. Sometimes our hearts are allergic to what is good. Or we’re just wrong. And that’s annoying.