I am grateful for Monday.

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I am grateful for Monday.

I couldn’t have said that, last night.

In fact, I argued with Saturday, then Sunday, not to allow Monday to show up, at my door.

I was tired, of Monday, you see. Tired that ALL Monday has been bringing me was more of the same…Monday.

I did NOT, beloveds, want to face, let alone fight, another blasted, always the same, never ending, always toiling Monday!

I told Saturday that I did NOT wish to have to keep wishing for Monday to bring anything else besides more Monday!

I complained to Sunday that Monday ALWAYS, dammit, always, always, always brought more of the same stupid Monday I had to fight my way through. To get to Tuesday. Where I would do the same damned fighting to get to the blessed weekend.

Friday!

Yaya!

A full THREE DAYS, in between me and Monday.

It never failed, however, sometime Saturday afternoon, relentless Monday would send me a text letting me know it would see me in a couple of days.

What’s worse, Monday would ALWAYS remind me it may come bearing gifts. On Saturdays, Monday ALWAYS tempted me, hinted to me, that THIS coming Monday may be different, this time. This time, Monday may drop off a dream here, a new love there. Why, Monday might even bring things I had not yet thought of.

Often, I would take the bait. I would spend the rest of Saturday and well into Sunday, dreaming of the Monday to come.

Come Monday, I would fling the door open, wrest my heart wide, to allow all of the goodness, the good things, the life-changing things, the heart-stopping things Monday had been promising.

Only to find Monday had only shown up with, well, more of the same old Monday.

The same, work.

The same, coffee.

The same, family.

The same, unfulfilled dreams.

The same, shouting into the void to release said dreams.

Fresh hell!

So, I did what I could to make it through Monday, sigh through Tuesday, thank heaven for Wednesday, scrape my way through Thursday, excitedly work my way through Fridays, so I could get to the weekend where I could spend two glorious days dreaming of the possibility the coming Monday could/would bring.

Rinse.

Repeat.

Days, turned into weeks.

Weeks, turned into years.

Years, turned into decades.

Brown hair, turned grey.

Bounding/joyful steps, turned into the painful shuffle, to the door, to welcome in the same damned Monday!

Eventually, I stopped daydreaming, stopped expecting Monday to show up bearing gifts.

I told myself that I would just let Monday in and…*shrug*. I had no expectations. I told myself so long as God and Life and those I cared about were present, what did it matter whether Monday came bearing gifts or not?

Alas, the same Monday entered.

The same, work.

The same, coffee.

The same, family.

The same, unfulfilled dreams.

The same, shouting into the void to release said dreams.

I enjoyed, them all.

Just, as they were.

Just, as I was.

Grey-haired.

Heart, still full, of unfulfilled dreams.

Heart, now full, of gratitude, for the same old Monday.

In bringing nothing, Monday helped me realize I already had all I needed to live, to laugh, to love, and to dream.

I had my work, my coffee, my family, my dreams, God and Life, and many other things.

What more, could I ever ask Monday for?

What else, could I need?

I have Monday, which is, always has been, and ever shall be full of moments, awesome moments, my moments to do whatsoever I please. In fact, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday are also packed with moments and memories I can fill them with as many awesome seconds, minutes and hours as I choose.

I don’t need to wait for a:

Knock, on the door.

Check, in the mail.

Text message, from this person or that.

Phone call, bearing great news.

Every day, each one, just the same.

A, miracle.

A, chance to begin, again. And, again. And, yet, again.

An, opportunity to end things, in the right spirit/manner.

Thank you, dear Monday, for arriving the same old, same old way, each time. Insodoing, you have helped me to stop looking for people, places and things to ‘make me happy’. I already have, all I need, to live a joyously free and awesome life.

Ah, Monday! Come right on in, my friend. I am happy to see you!

grateful for Monday,

Cassandra aka Jaybird aka Sweetpea aka loved

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is what YOU make it, beloveds. Not, what others, can make it. Not, what money, can make it. Not, what a job, can make it. Not, what greener pastures, can make it. Not, what the world thinks you should have, can make it. YOU, alone, decide where your moments will be filled with love, joy, laughter, dancing, singing, rejoicing and all of life’s good things.

You can fill it with fear, anxt over high gas prices and inflaction. You can fill it with dread over what is, what isn’t and what may never be.

YOU get to choose, beloveds, how you will spend your days. None of us knows how long or how many days we have. So long as we have breath, though, we control what we do with the moments life has graciously alloted us.

I am learning, slowly, to embrace ALL the moments. Even, these last frustrating, unknowing, agonizing ones. This just means I am actually, truly, FINALLY, living in EACH AND EVERY MOMENT.

Life is short. Love those around you. If you don’t have any around you, well, gather some up, and love on them. We need each other. We bless each other.

Take care, beloveds. Methinks I am going to spend the rest of my Monday enjoying riding around in God’s Pocket. I am no longer hiding, there. I am ensconsed, in a warm blanket of care, and allowing life to do it’s thing. No matter. I shall be okay. Monday, the same old Monday, shall make it’s way to me soon. Til then, I shall enjoy the days that I have.

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