Monday Melancholy

It is Monday morning. The weekend was nice and over too quick. I’m thankful for coffee shop visits, the beach, time with friends, the upcoming holidays, and the rest that’s on the way.

Still, Monday always comes, and with it a cloud of melancholy that follows me through the day. Inside that cloud are goals, dreams, expectations, hopes, and fears—the worry of what could be lost, the hope of what might be gained, and the constant measuring of it all.

But Monday won’t last forever. It will pass and turn into Tuesday, just like this season will eventually turn into the next. The practice for Monday is simple: keep moving. The only way to get where you want to go is by walking through the fog—moving, reflecting, practicing, watching, and trusting that each small step still counts.

Question for readers:

How do you usually feel on Monday mornings, and what helps you move forward with hope instead of getting stuck in the cloud?