Tuesday after the long weekend. I needed a huge dose of “Monday” grace from me, to me.

Monday- Victoria Day- was hard. We didn’t make it to the hike with our friends, or the barbecue. We stayed home after discovering a bike was stolen from our garage. To deal with it’s repercussions- calling the cops, filing a report, etc. Not to mention the emotional repercussions from having a dear thing stolen, our space violated.

Also, coolness is back in the air. Being outside takes putting on a light jacket. Now my summer clothes I pulled out on Saturday seem too small, inadequate when the outside temperature is in single digits.

My body needed a couple hours more of sleep. But the clock was ticking, and people had places to be. So those couple hours were spent outside the bed getting things ticking for the day instead of in the bed. 

My list of things to do was huge. I was excited to get to them except my eyes wanted to shut down.

So once my son had left for school, and breakfast was out of the way…I lay down on the couch, pulled over a quilt, and gave myself 30 minutes…of keeping my eyes shut, of closing myself to the world. Of giving myself the extra few minutes of rest that I ached for. 

All because I reminded myself that it was a day of Monday Grace. That it’s ok to slow down, and do only as much as is needed. No need to shine today. No need to tick every single box today.

The rest box ticked, the rest of the day went on as normal. I was excited and energized. And most importantly, I was at peace with myself.