mondays were always my favorite days in tallahassee. the day was easy compared to the days that followed; it brought a fresh start to the week & the possibility to have a better week than the one before. There was a lack of pressure to be “doing” so I could put all my focus in just being. Mondays leave room for self-regeneration and compassion, which allows me to lean into the simplicity of life. the day was simple: i would wake up whenever the sun would come through my windows since i didn’t have class until 1:20pm. the extra sleep greeted me with the rest needed to take on the new challenges & obstacles that the week had ahead of me. i would wake up & walk my dog, kenni, & we would the spend the mornings & early afternoons with the windows open & the fresh air that it provided.
on mondays, i only had one class, a 50 minute military science class that would usually be dismissed early. military science was always my favorite lecture to go. the classroom was flooded with all my favorite people; my friends, who first started off as my fellow cadets in the simulated work environment that is ROTC, would roar with laughter in class no matter what the lesson was. between the 20 of us in the room, there was nothing we couldn’t find to banter over, building the morale of my commissioning class of 2025 with every joke & diss that was thrown around on those monday afternoon classes.
after this class, more often than not, i would be invited to go out to eat lunch with my best friends; i always acted like there was some decision making processes going on in my head whenever they asked, but we both knew that my answer would always be yes. lunches were always casual & ALWAYS dragged on longer than any of us would like to admit. we would get lost in conversations, & i would always wonder how we never ran out of things to talk about; right now, you could ask me what my friends & i would talk about & it would probably take less time for me to tell you all the things we DIDNT talk about than what we did talk about.
the middle of my days was as easy as the hours that came before it. it was my designated time to refresh my space & clean up for the week ahead. tasks were effortless: laundry-A LOT of it, folding said laundry, & taking care of kenni (which seems like a career and a half all on its own). i always loved how easy mondays were, there was enough to do everything & nothing at the same time. Mondays allowed for the time necessary to be in the same space with the people I loved the most & allowing the grace the move mindfully the rest of the week.
wishing for days like monday, consistent & simple, shouldn’t be made inferior. it’s okay to dream of a big life, with busy schedules that are enough to suffocate you & yearn for more at the same time. while the people around you could be dreaming about doing the most extravagant things with their life…it doesn’t mean you can’t dream of a life of peace and silence; you can dream of becoming the most important person in any room you walk into while also dreaming of waking up in the morning & baking banana bread with ease and no rush because you have nothing better to do with your day. Simplicity is the exact medium between too little and too much, take the kindness & ease of mondays with you throughout your week.
win the week.
with all my love,
♡steff
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