This Monday, today, I sat at the summit of Mount Major in New Hampshire.
Next Monday I will be arriving in the Netherlands on a one-way flight.
The following Monday, i will be packing up to leave Rome for Triste.
The Monday after that, wrapping up the road trip somewhere in Austria.
And the Monday after that? My first day of graduate school classes.
Frankly, I’m amazed at the last few Mondays of my life as well- this year has been FULL of wonderful things. Monday was most reliably my “day off”, which usually was filled with shifts at Black Trumpet, extra farming days, or other work-related things rather than taking it for what it should have been for me, a break day. A rather peculiar day to have off, most people begin their work weeks and dread Mondays. I came to love their approach; Mondays meant I had survived another week of running around pulling the various strings of my life together and hoping that they don’t snap under the tension, only to be slowly threaded into my busy work life one way or another. I am so grateful for this past year, despite the complete madness I felt giving so much of my time and energy— in all senses of the word— away to everyone and everything else but me. in the words of the undeniable maxine waters- i’m reclaiming my time. This year taught me how to turn inward to solve problems, grasp happiness, make spaces for the growth I needed internally, and to relish the opportunities to sit with myself and listen knowing that I already had the answers I sought, as long as I kept my senses aware of the dialogue within me. Always a practice though, and never a perfection. But practice and all is coming. So with this month ahead, I practice adorning myself with love and gilding myself with golden laughter throughout this next transition, honoring all that comes.
As simply as possible,
T
