Some Mondays find me happy the weekend is over. Some find me wanting to go back to re-live my weekend. I never know which way I’ll feel until I’m knee-deep into any given Monday.
This fine day is interesting. I’m super-happy to start a new week. I’m happy to have woken at all. I’ve got plenty to do. I also had a fab weekend. I got to visit with friends and family. I got to eat and drink, drink, drink. And then I got to eat some more. Pool time was pretty awesome, too.
Maybe what I’m feeling is The Flow. Maybe I’m experiencing what it means to be present in one’s life. To bloom where I’m planted.
Whatever it is, I’m grateful. And I highly recommend it. Gratitude is none too shabby, y’all.