Today was better. Significantly so.
I ate every meal at a table (NOT a desk), sitting down, doing nothing else but eating. Who knew?!
I deleted all of the social media apps on my phone (except Instagram – I like taking pictures!) I need more quiet moments to notice the raindrops and let magic in.
I logged out of every social media site on my computer. It seems I check them mostly out of habit. When I navigate to one without thinking and stumble upon a login page, 9 times out of 10, I don’t care enough to log in.
I ate tremendous amounts of greens. Tremendous.
I left work at 5:30 and got my steps in. I love the rain.
The Monday evening commute always seems to be a dreary one. In the morning, everyone looks like they’re still buzzing off the weekend… or they’re asleep. On the way home, they look utterly miserable. One day in and four more to go, it’s dreary indeed.
I like to smile just to mess with people. 🙂
Quietly observing these somber faces, I couldn’t help but think about how many stories there were aboard my one subway car.
We all have a story, or two, or three. Here’s a bit about my story.
But how much of your story is just in your head? How much are you perpetuating by holding onto it? And, most importantly, who would you be without your story?
Monday has a story, but I’d like to give it a new one. Each and every Monday is wonderful because it is a day you’ll never have again.