It’s Monday morning, and I’m back at work after a long 4 day weekend with the fam. After spending so much time together, Harvey has been on me like velcro the last couple of days, to the point that I had to peel him off my leg and hand him screaming & sobbing to the nanny this morning as I walked out the door.
These are the days that I’m torn. I’m exhausted from being home for the past 4 days with the kids, and in many ways it’s a relief to be at work. At the same time, I kinda wish I was still sitting at home, cuddling with my kids on the couch.
I started this day off tired and cranky and not in a good mood. As I wrote this post, an email came in from my Mom with a link to this poem and a note saying “today is going to be a good good day.”
It’s time to reset my outlook on the week.
C. F. Kelly
Of each of seven days I live each week,
I must admit I love the Monday best
because it offers me a chance to tweak
my schedules after lazy weekend rest.
Consider all the faults and all the fears
that marked those precious misplaced days now gone
and don’t waste time on pointless grieving tears
when Monday gives anew a chance for song.
It is the sunrise of my seven days,
and brings a brightness full of life and hope
which fills my heart and mind in special ways
with strength so I’ll not fear to strive and cope.
When I awaken every Monday morn,
I feel that I have surely been reborn.
© by C. F. Kelly.