Mondays. If they come with floral skirts and deteriorating jacaranda trees I’m OK with it.
There are Monday’s when there is no energy left after a weekend of intense Office Works visits, boat-towing and garage re-arranging. But somewhere, somehow, there is a little reserve tank that’s ready to rock ‘n roll when the alarm rings at 4:30am. It could be the crazy awesome brunch we had on Sunday, or three line emails that tug at all heart strings at once. Or the awesomeness in a jar of PerformaGreens. Either way, I know when I happily put on a floral skirt and smile Monday in the face - something is going well.
Wether it’s in the footwear or the green smoothie, we will never know.
But today was a good