Ah, Monday
morning after a long holiday weekend.
There is a strangeness to sitting at my desk this morning. It feels like a lifetime has passed since I
last sat here working and yet it has only been four days. How easy it is for the human mind to lose its
connectivity to a routine. In just a
matter of days we, my husband and I, adjusted to the new norm of sleeping in,
coasting through each day with only thoughts of entertainment and personal
amusement, reducing our responsibilities and obligations to the minimal,
leaving the soul free to rest and recharge, storing up the energy needed to
face the work of the week to come.
As the
weekend wound down I found myself thinking about the household tasks in need of
some attention, the pulling of weeds in the flower garden, the cleaning out of
closets or the sorting of papers left to pile up on the table and on the last
day of a four day retreat from the pressures of obligations and responsibilities
I made the conscience choice to let it roll without plan, to spend one more day
inside away from the heat and humidity, enjoying the time with my husband,
knowing tomorrow would be soon enough to plan and act, to work and accomplish
my goals.
So, now I
find myself at the keyboard, rested and ready to go, pausing for a moment to
let the strangeness recede and reacquainting myself with the work to be done.
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