Rainy Day After a Holiday

It’s the Tuesday after Memorial Day, or Tuesday/Monday, and maybe a double whammy: I took a vacation day on Friday. Didn’t sleep well last night. That seems to happen a lot the night before I return to work each week.

My husband and I were talking about Mondays yesterday. He commented, “It’s Monday. I can hardly drag myself out of bed.” I know the feeling. We talked about this a little more, and I suggested that maybe he feels down (really, a little more than just down) because Monday is a letdown after Sunday. Meaning that we experience a sort of high in our lives on Sundays because we attend worship, and we feel like part of a community, and we take a nap on Sunday afternoon whenever possible, and BAM…then Monday hits.

I usually dress up a bit more than usual on Mondays just so I feel a little perkier. And I drink more coffee on Mondays than on other days of the week. And my neck and shoulders feel a little tighter. Wait. Today’s not Monday; it’s Tuesday. And that means only 3 more days to work this week, and then it’s the weekend again. Even if it’s supposed to rain several inches today and tomorrow (thanks to leftovers from a tropical storm). We won’t see the sun until Thursday at least. I did see the sun peek through the clouds for a brief time while outside for a walk at lunch. I’m going to yoga in about 20 minutes, so maybe this day isn’t so bad after all.

I often think on rainy Mondays or a rainy day after a holiday (which was also rainy), “Rainy days and Mondays get me down…” The old Carpenters song from the 1970s. “What I feel they used to call the blues, nothing is really wrong, feeling like I don’t belong…”

Yeah, that’s the way I feel sometimes on Mondays or on the day after a holiday. Nothing is really wrong. I don’t feel like I don’t belong … today. But often I do. Oh well. At least I am relatively healthy, At least I have a job to get me out of bed in the mornings even if I didn’t sleep well the night before. At least I have a friend to walk with at lunchtime (who admitted that she didn’t feel like she accomplished much over the holiday weekend). I had posted one day on Facebook all that I had done that day, and it was quite a few chores/activities. I then told her the truth: When I get out of bed in the mornings, I have a certain amount of energy and I’m tempted to accomplish everything on my to-do list (which is endless). But then as the day progresses and my energy wanes, I feel the need for a nap. When I was younger, I used to push on through that feeling. I don’t do that any more. Now that I have two autoimmune diseases, I know I must listen to my body. When it tells me I need to nap, I try to lie down for at least 30 to 45 minutes. If I have nothing scheduled for the evening, then I just allow myself to nap for as long as I stay asleep. Sometimes I wake up thinking it’s morning when it’s really about 6:00 p.m. But that’s okay. At least I woke up!

M. Scott Peck said in his book The Road Less Traveled, “Life is difficult.” Indeed it is. Some days things happen that just break your heart. If you listen to the news, you don’t hear much good news. John and I often fast forward to the end of the evening news (NBC news with Lester Holt) to the “Making a Difference” segment. Sometimes that may be the only good news we’ve heard that day. It’s easy to let yourself get dragged down by sadness, disappointment, pain, just the everydayness of living. But each day is full of opportunities. Every morning when I wake up, even if my feet or joints are hurting, I think, “I’m alive. Check.” And thank the Lord for that. I have another day where I can enjoy a cup of coffee, linger over a handwritten note, slow down time a little by reading for pleasure and/or inspiration. And I don’t really have to worry because deep down, all is well, and as Julian of Norwich said, “All shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.” I believe that with all my heart, mind, soul, and strength.