When Monday Morning Appears Again

In our house we call them “the Sunday night downs,” those gloomy feelings that occur in the space of time between the weekend and Monday morning. No one knows exactly where they come from or where they return to, but they’re as reliable and inexplicable as the wind. As a Christian commanded to make the most of each day, I know not to live for the weekend, but it feels nearly impossible not to. I excitedly sign our Friday emails with TGIF and shout “Have a great weekend!” to anyone in sight, like I’m bestowing birthday blessings. But on Sunday, when that long hoped for event is winding to a close and the credits about to roll, the emotion descends like rain on an outdoor wedding. Monday again. Starting over. No sleeping in. No languid afternoon spent puttering around the yard. No evening pizza and movie. The discouragement can be as keen as locking up the beach rental and starting the twelve-hour drive back home.  Some of us are better at stuffing down emotions than others. We feel them, ignore them, but still allow them to subliminally rule our behavior. We can be quick-temperated or impatient without trying to understand […]

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