(staples from this last week)
Mondays are a favorite. Actually, Tuesdays are lovely because I spend time with Guelita and Fridays with the start of the weekend are something I look forward to. I'm not sure you can have a favorite day of the week, but I like Mondays, and it seemed like a good place to start today.
I sat in a meeting last week with ideas bombarding my mind, all centered around here, my site. Sometimes I think I will let it go, move on to something else, but over and over again last week the promptings came. I need to make this more of a priority than I have the last few years. I don't know why and quite often when I get a strong impression I rarely understand the all the reasons, but I have learned to jump in and work. A week has some and gone, and I am just barely following through, I blame the cold that took me down and kept me coughing all night long. Sleep was scarce, and I am in survival mode with little sleep, but it gave me time to think and plan and evaluate what is most important to me.
Back to Mondays. I love the reflection Sundays afford, an evaluation of the last week, the failures and success, a time of renewal. Then comes Monday, a fresh start of the new week, the first day to implement the changes. Mondays are for turning the to the next blank planner page full of possibilities. Mondays mean routine, laundry and the latest audio book. Mondays inspire and get me excited for the new week. Mondays are missionary meeting days.
Mondays are motivating, for remembering that I am stronger than I know. They are about perspective about the things not done, and the world continuing along; journal entries not written, projects still in progress, goals not quite achieved. Life is messy, imperfect and undone. It is also beautiful, powerful, faith-filled, and full of promise. Mondays are about progress, not perfection.
It is a day that allows me to prioritize the myriad of desires and responsibilities. I can't get to everything. Every time I say yes to something I say no to something else, so Mondays allow me to be intentional in cultivating and letting go.
Mondays are like last night's snowfall, beautifully blanketing the earth with a protective layer of white. The promise of spring just around the corner with the opportunity to reflect on the past. Will I be grateful for the new snow or will I lament about the continuation of winter? Today I joyfully appreciate all that Monday has to give me including the mountains of smelly laundry.