For me, anyway.
I don’t usually write much on the weekends, especially night right now. It’s been a pleasant fall here in NE Ohio where I live, and the hubs and I have been trying to do fun fall things outside the home before we get snowed in for weeks at a time.
Also, my parents are moving from their house of 19 years to an apartment, so that’s… you know, a thing.
But thus comes Monday, as it always does after Sunday. The fight with the alarm is just a little more vicious this morning, the morning routine pocketed with much stumbling and almost-forgetfulness.
The cats begging for food are just a little more irritating than usual, and the air is dry and uncomfortable to breathe.
Even as the mid-autumn sun beings to rise, I debate whether or not I should crawl back into bed when my partner leaves for work.
But I’m not going to. There is too much to do before the day is done.
Reader, I imagine the same is true for you.
But it’s Monday – the start of a new week.
Don’t hold it against yourself if your brain feels sluggish and your feet drag, if everything on your to-do list doesn’t get crossed off by the time the evening gloom sets in.
There is still time. Let this day be exactly what it is; do what you can, and go from there.
I’m going to try, at least.