I was out & about earlier this week and I decided to find a Lime bike to cycle home.

(do you have Lime bikes where you are?  They’re dotted all over London.  As long as you have the app, you can hire the bikes anytime, anywhere.  Pretty neat)

I whipped out my phone, found a bike nearby and tapped a big green button which said "Book Now".  

Then I started walking towards the bike.

As I got closer, I could see the bike had been daubed in graffiti.

The graffiti was in huge black letters.  

One word had been repeated over and over again on every surface of the bike.

That word?

Well, it was a very rude word.  The sort of word that would make your vicar splutter over his PG Tips. 

So I won’t repeat it here.

(after all, this is a respectable newsletter)

But as I got closer, the word started to morph.  It wasn’t the word I thought it was.

And when I arrived at the bike, I could see the word FUNK had been sprayed on every available surface.

“How funky” I thought.  I was about to ride the funkmobile back to Chez Grundy!

I hopped on the bike and off I went.

As I cycled along (and felt all smug for overtaking three Deliveroo drivers), it dawned on me:

I don’t think I could’ve come up with a better metaphor for a daily email if I’d tried.

See, everyone finds themselves in a funk every now and again.  We all get stuck in a bad mood occasionally, or feel a bit sorry for ourselves.

If and when we do, the trick isn’t to try to correct things, change things or improve things.  Or to start convincing ourselves that feeling "blah" is a sign of something bigger and to somehow force our way out of our funk.

The trick, if there is one, is to keep going.

Don’t try to right the funk.  Instead, ride the funk.

As sure as eggs is eggs, you’ll ride that funk all the way out of funky town.

That’s all for today.

Have a great weekend.

- Tom