Dear Monday,

A fresh week. A new start. The past is behind us. The present is now. A new feeling. I havenʼt felt a fresh start in a long time. I think I always bring the past with me in suitcases. They are heavy dragging behind me, a backpack pulling down my shoulders, not enough hands to carry all the bags, drowning in heaviness. Trying so hard to get somewhere new somewhere at all to rest. To try for something better. But I canʼt with all the suitcases. I try and try again to pull, push, hold on to and carry them all but the weight takes me down. All I want to do is sit down. Rest. But the heaviness wonʼt let me.

The future had suitcases too. So many damn suitcases. You know whatʼs nice? When you set them all down and you realize you donʼt need whatʼs inside in the present moment. The present moment doesnʼt have a suitcase…. itʼs just right in front of me. Itʼs here, now. I can breathe. I can smell the fresh air. I can feel the warm sun on my face and the wind on my cheeks. My shoulders donʼt hurt. My back doesnʼt ache. My arms arenʼt falling off. Everything is so light.