Monday . . . A New Perspective

          I love Mondays. Yes, I know that makes me weird. I realize that Mondays can be stressful after a relaxing weekend or blah after an exciting one. I realize Mondays may feel like the return to the mundane and routine in a life that craves . . . more. I know that. I’ve lived that.

          But! Mondays are also full of hope and possibility.

          Sunday may be the traditional calendar day, but Monday symbolizes the beginning of the work week. A chance to start over, do it again, succeed even better or redeem past failures. I always feel hopeful on Mondays. Hopeful that this week will be a good one, filled with friends and family and fellowship. It usually is. Even on those Mondays when sorrow and confusion drive away the joy, there is still hope. Hope of a new week, a new beginning.

          This Monday? Even more so! This Monday is my first as a mother-in-law! Three weeks ago I knew my son was considering marriage. Two weeks ago I went on a road trip with him and his sister across the country to the town when the girl lived. (We’d lived there for 2 years, so all of us had friends to visit.) One week ago we were all jumping into whirlwind plans that ended in a miraculously coordinated wedding. (Who says you need months to plan?) Today they are ensconced in their little abode, ready to begin their new life.

          Because of the past busy, busy, busy days, I’ve not had much time to write. Hence this blog’s tardiness. However, the excitement and experiences of the past weeks have renewed my enthusiasm and given me hope. In my life, in my relationships and in my writing. (Which really are inextricably intertwined.)

          Today I am full of Monday-hope. Hope for new beginnings . . . in my son’s marriage , in building the new relationship with my wonderful daughter-in-love, in the stresses and changes of my own life situation and most definitely in my writing.

          Do you have Monday-hope?