I don’t know if I’ve ever met someone who likes Mondays. If you do, hats off to you, but I think you’re one of the very few. My favorite day of the week is Thursday, but that’s a story for another day.
Most Mondays I wake up exhausted after a fitful night’s sleep. I always seem to have trouble turning my brain off on Sunday nights and do more tossing and turning than anything else. I also usually spend any free time I have on Monday running errands I didn’t get to over the weekend. It’s not a great way to start the week, so I’ve recently started a Monday night ritual that helps me settle a little better into the workweek.
Some of my best ideas found me when I wasn’t looking.
A song on the radio, walks through glistening snow, and early morning coffee runs are a few places that have sparked beautiful ideas. I remember visiting a local cafe and looking in admiration at the intricate handwriting on the chalkboard menu. A few moments later, I took a picture so I wouldn’t forget as the day passed by.
Perhaps it is the glossy pictures in magazines or the romantic gondola rides featured in films that romanticise Venice. Yet, as I meandered across the canals of the city of water, I struggled to find the romance or beauty in the maze of streets.
So, on my second night in Venice while the setting sun drew in to the clouds overhead, I entered St. Mark’s square. I nurtured the hope of drawing away from the bustling tourist-packed passageways that ran like veins through the city.
For years I’ve had a fascination with creating the coziest life possible.
I’ve filled my dresser drawers with fuzzy socks, covered my couch with as many throw blankets as it could hold, and selected the biggest mugs to hold my coffee. I’ve added to my candle collection, sought out the fluffiest comforter, and invested in a robe as soft as they come.
It’s funny how life never turns out how you envisioned it would as a child.
I am at an age where I recognize this, accept it, and can laugh at how this unpredictable world likes to keep me on my toes.
Growing up, I was not always so understanding of this unruly world.