If your everyday life seems poor, don’t blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke, poet and novelist
“Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday mornin’, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday mornin’, Monday mornin’ couldn’t guarantee…”
(Now that you have that earworm – you’re welcome – let me continue with this post!)
While I don’t dread Mondays in the same way that the meme-producing portion of our population seems to, they still stand out in my week.
Monday is the day when I need to pull myself out of the weekend vibes and get reacquainted with the planning and differentiating part of my brain. Monday is the day when 31 kiddos re-enter our structured environment after spending two days in (sometimes) an environment with less (or any) boundaries. Monday is the day when I hear stories of adventures or mishaps or new toys or crashes or naps.
Monday is the day when I teach Teacher Yoga to my colleagues after school. Monday is the day when I give big hugs to my teaching partners after missing their presence for two days. Monday is the day when I get to envision how awesome this next week of school is going to be.
The fact that this is the last Monday before Spring Break really has no effect on my feelings about this particular Monday. I promise. None. Not a one.
Maybe just a smidgen of an effect.
(That was me, trying to call forth the riches of this very Mondayish Monday.)
“Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
A-you can find me cryin’ all of the time”