“The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.”~Joseph Campbell, American writer
I like Mondays.
Today is not the end of a weekend; it’s the deliciously selfish start to my week.
Two scheduled work shift bookmark my day, guaranteeing a defined midday writing schedule. I know how much time I have, so I’m productive during my time. I write in the same Starbucks because of its location to work. I know the baristas here, and they know my order, which is mostly the same cup of Clover-brewed coffee.
I know it’s going to be cold in here, which is why I’m writing in my extra-heavy reddish sweater despite the 94-degree temps outside.
The tables are big enough for my laptop, papers and mouse; I am prepared. The background hum of music, conversation and coffee grinding is peaceful. Today is the day I look back on the week passed and plan for the week ahead.
Routine is not a bad thing.
Is your Monday as complete as mine?
I hope so. It’s a good feeling.
To me Mondays are just another day for the most part. Most of my days are pretty much routine and they’re not bad. I’m content for the most part–it’s where I like to be.
Arlee Bird
Tossing It Out