Monday morning, we all have the same decision to make. The weekend is over, time to come out, come out and face the world. There is always some anxiety always some uncertainty. It seems sometimes that the world is just waiting to pounce, to bring all of its bad and edgy and greedy news. The chickens peer out of their coop and look at the ground, making their decision. If they don’t see any grass or bugs or worms, they stay put. I think we don’t have that option. Deep breath, plunge in. Life is too short to dislike Mondays.
