I’m typing this in the stillness of an early Monday morning. The sun is yet to rise. I crave quiet moments. I seem to find them late at night or before daybreak when the shuffling of feet slowly begin. I can hear things in the quiet that are drowned out during the fast paced day, the hum of box fans or the refrigerator purring.
It’s going to be a busy week. We have somewhere to be every night.
And then there’s school, and a birthday, and a writing deadline, and an out-of-town trip. Coffee in my favorite mug doesn’t help me stomach busy.
But there’s something about Mondays that are promising. Maybe it’s the start of a new week or a chance to wipe the slate clean and begin all over again.
Whatever it is, I’m welcoming in this calendar filled week and appreciating the quiet moments as they come (and I’ll appreciate the loud ones too, just after a couple more cups of coffee).