irony

every monday morning, i seem to slide into a funk i tend to refer to as the " monday morning re-entry blues." its nothing clinical- its more along the lines of a heavy hearted recognition that another wonderful weekend has come to a close and i'm just at the beginning of the steep climb toward friday. during these monday mornings, my mind tends to be filled with memories i wish could be frozen in time- lunches with dear friends, pedicures, facials, new fun makeup, sunshine filled fall days, candlelight, romantic meals, card games, laughter, stolen moments, important conversations, wedding plans, beautiful afternoons spent in a park... the good stuff in life. so ironically, i only feel down because i have known so much good.

yesterday at church our pastor was speaking of the unrest people are feeling in their hearts and lives these days thanks to the economy, elections, wars, health issues, personal crisis etc. and as i listened to him rattle off reason after reason why it would be logical to be upset or feel unsettled these days- in my heart, the realization clicked that in this crazy moment in world history- i personally have never felt happier or more excited about life. that beautiful recognition brought tears to my eyes. i caught a glimpse of my life's abundance and its beauty was almost too much for my heart to hold. i love how that sometimes happens-and its usually when you least expect it.