Here I Am

Here I am sitting in a corner at Starbucks. I am an hour early to my training today.

Early is on time, as my friend Lisa of Bistro Group would say.

Monday.

It has been a while since I experienced the early Monday morning rush. I forget the flurry of movement and urgency, marked by the collective transition from weekend rest to weekday routine.

There’s a quiet tension to the rush, less frantic than chaotic, more like a machine warming up for the week. Even the sky today looks unready to show the sun's rays.

I reached my building just in time for the rain to pour… and became drizzle to make way for a beautiful, dewy morning.

The air feels slightly heavier with purpose—streets fill with cars, buses hiss at stops, and sidewalks bustle with people clutching their bags and damp umbrellas, and checking the time.

This Monday is a daily ritual for many, but Mondays carry a special edge: the sense of starting over, whether you’re ready or not.

Happy Monday!