Seven Mondays

Here it is another Monday. How Mondays feel has so taken over space in my mind. I was watching House Hunters International the other night. A couple had made the decision to move to Spain. What the husband said has been stuck in mind ever since.

They decided to move because their lives felt like a continual cycle of seven Mondays. I thought how profound. I thought about what that really means. On Mondays I generally feel tired, most certainly obligated, and overwhelming challenged by the thought of struggling through another week.

And now that I have this in mind, it's like a little grain of sand constantly rubbing against my psyche. This really isn't how we're supposed to live. I don't want to be caught up in a continual cycle of seven Mondays. I want to feel peace. I want to feel joy. I want to laugh. I want to dance. I want to love. I want to find a more spiritual way to help people. These are the things that I need to work on to break that cycle for myself.