It’s 8:34 Monday morning and so far I’ve: Gotten caught up on my Bible reading plan, done two loads of laundry, worked on my emails from the weekend, worked some on Bookstagram, drank a delightfully delicious mug of coffee, and crawled under my bed to retrieve my glasses that I dropped last night.
It’s 10:39 and I’ve: Edited some on the 25th draft of my book, Googled “what’s it called when you take someone’s work” because I couldn’t think of the word plagiarism, written my goals for the week, gone for a three-mile walk/jog, made my brother breakfast, swung in a misty rain, worked on getting some mail ready to send to the post office with my mom, and made plans for the rest of the day.
It’s 12:08 and I’ve: Washed the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, eaten Brussel sprouts for breakfast (because they’re the best), and then sat at the counter and edited while listening to the lunch I made simmering away on the stove.
Mondays are my second favorite day of the week. They call out to me, whispering promises about new beginnings and reminding me that I have a whole week stretching in front of me, just waiting to be filled up, invested in, and conquered.
Today is Monday, and that makes me happy. Today is the Monday during the week of Thanksgiving, and that makes me even happier. I hope y’all have an utterly delightful day, and while you’re at it, I’d be delighted to hear what your favorite part of Monday is?