It’s Monday in my Heart

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It’s a Monday in reality and it’s a Monday in my heart.

Melancholy, fresh and familiar, swells in my chest. A furrow of cold air stuck in my bones. But this will pass, as always, melting into lighter energy. I just have to accept and endure.

Someone who no longer follows me continues to message only when they have some sort of criticism. For nothing else. It feels unhelpful – not a friend looking out but someone with distaste trying to wound. I suppose this is reality now, or at least part of it.

More importantly, more and more people send kindness, love, support. I wish I could reply to everyone. It means so much, and far outweighs the hate.

Ned (our dog) doesn’t care about what’s happening. He doesn’t care about who you are or what you do. He jut loves. There’s a lot to be said for that.

Soon there will be rapid change. More of it. Thronging and pulsating. And it will feel strange, to leave familiarity for progress. But this what we all must do. I suppose, most importantly, we must remember to enjoy it, even when our hearts are filled with Monday.