Mornings and Mondays

Recently a former student posted on FB how much she liked Mondays and commented that others would probably be jeering her for her thoughts.  No jeers from me, just head nods as I read.

I like Mondays too - now.  When I was teaching?  Not so much because I lost the free time, family time, time to just breathe.  Returning to school on Monday morning was a return to the focus of hundreds of students, lesson plans, objectives to be met, tests to give and grade, and meetings to attend.  Even at the college level I started Monday morning, no really Sunday evening, with a mental run-through of the week's activities so that my bags could be ready for the trips to Logansport, Kokomo, and Rochester.

But really what I like about Mondays is this - fresh start to the week.  An entire week stretched out in front of me like a blank canvas, ready to be painted.  I love that concept.

And that is what I like about mornings also.  The start of a new day, full of possibilities.  

A morning that is full of sunshine is even better.  For instance this morning as I type this blog post, I am sitting in Hilary's old bedroom, looking out at the sunshine peeking through the leaves of the locust tree in the back yard.  If I lean a bit to the right, I can see the back backyard with freshly mowed green grass, the flower bed surrounding the old outhouse, and the sun shining on the yellow Adirondack chair on the patio.  A fresh morning, the start of a new day, full of promise.

When I woke up this morning, the sun was peeking through the sides of the windows where the shades didn't cover.  The breeze was drifting through the open windows.  The soft whirr of the fans fell gently on my ears.  The morning was perfect.

Fresh start to a new week.  Fresh start to a wonderful day.  What can be better than a Monday or a morning full of sunshine and promise?