It is definitely Monday.
I wish I were somewhere else.
Actually I wish that Sarah and I were in St. Martin where I wouldn't have need of the shirt that I'm wearing or anything else either. The aqua-blue water of Orient Bay, the powdery white sand, the glorious view of waves breaking on the reef and the sun dripping warmth would do us good right now.
Alas, the beloved back deck is carpeted with brown leaves, the sun refuses to come out from under the blanket of clouds, and a chilly breeze blows from the ocean. The list of things to do is long and its only a two day week to accomplish them all.
It was a glorious weekend, as they normally are, and good times were had by all. Friday began with a date, Saturday was an explosion of activity and Sunday was born in worship and ended with the Carnival of Friends. Sunday ended late last night.
Monday arrived WAY TOO EARLY!
I've had a lot on my mind lately, mostly work related stuff. Creating something out of nothing is always a challenge. Businesses, books and brokering take a lot of effort. They also play Mind Games with me, waking me up at 4:30 in the morning and leaving me restless to tackle them. I feel the need to deliver as it's been a long time since I've been so conscious of such things.
Monday begins with a stutter, as though it is an Albatross around my neck ... an anchor pulling me back into Sunday where I'd much rather be. But there is work to be done and it's harder working this way sometimes. There are so many distractions, so many delights, always tempting me to forget that if I'm going to keep living, there are things to be done.
I am full of wishful thinking today. It's the planning for pleasant things instead of the harsh realities that things simply must be done. I'd rather stay in the fantasy cycle but I'm smart enough to know that make-believe can never be reconciled with reality. So I drag my ass out of bed to get started.
Mondays are always a slap of reality to your face when I'd much rather be somewhere else.
