I know it’s Wednesday, but I’ll repeat it — I love Mondays.

And no, you didn’t hear me wrong.

Most people roll their eyes when they hear that. Monday is the day the world wakes up too fast, the inbox floods, the meetings stack, and the weekend fades into memory. But to me, Monday isn’t the grind; it’s a rhythm.

The weekend gives us pause. It slows the noise, lets us breathe, and resets the tempo of life. That stillness matters; it’s where we find our balance before stepping back into motion.

A few months ago, I wrote about the ocean, the waves, the momentum, the sound, and the silence that follow each other. Mondays feel like that to me. The tide pulls back, then returns with energy, direction, and new possibilities.

I love Mondays because they remind me that life keeps moving forward; we have to adapt and find our rhythm and move with it.

That’s the secret: it’s not about forcing pace; it’s about listening for it. The rhythm changes, but if we stay aware, if we breathe with it instead of fighting it, we move smoothly, think clearly, and live steadier.

Each Monday is a quiet invitation to begin again. To recalibrate. To create without pressure, plan without panic, and lead with presence.

So yes — I said it before, and I’ll say it again: I love Mondays.

They’re not the enemy. They’re the reset. The start of something new.

Take the weekend. Let it soften your edges. Then on Monday, embrace the wave.

What rhythm do you want to move with next week — one of rushing, or one of balance? —Never miss a Monday