monday
November 16, 2015 § 2 Comments
Today dawned gray and damp, winter chill seeping into the morning air. In quiet rebellion of Monday’s burdens, we lingered beneath our bedding and fought off the minute hand with heavy eyelids.
Rain coats too thin for the cold and fall jackets ill-fitting the dampness, it is an uncomfortable in-between. Our shoes slosh with the inconvenience of persistent puddles and our hands tuck cautiously in determined resistance.
It is a day for heavy blankets and long books, old movies and afternoon naps. Except that my children can no longer hide from responsibilities beneath living room forts and make-believe adventures.
Instead we venture past the dampness toward daydreams of day’s end; their forms bent against routine and their minds clouded with remnants of sleep.
monday makeover
July 18, 2011 § 1 Comment
It felt like Monday. From the moment I slipped out of bed the day seemed to unfold with assumptions; the predictable squeezing out the anticipation of possibility that seems to accompany Friday. Not one to dwell in pity I formulated a plan. I shuffled my have to’s, need to’s, and want to’s like a deck of cards and plucked at random items until I had one of each. Then I set the timer. With my daughter in summer school for the morning and my son finishing up a few projects I embraced my window of unstructured time and engaged in activities that gave me a sense of accomplishment while also enjoying an indulgent moment; centering myself and catching my breath for the week ahead. I am starting my week with a smile and a sense of possibility.
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