Melancholy Friday?

I'd like to think of today as a melancholy Friday. Getting back into the swing of things after an extended time on the road is always a little difficult, but today I managed to muscle through it pretty well. The day had the texture of melancholy because I had to dig a little to drum up the motivation for grinding back into the daily practice. Doing what I've learned is right for me is more challenging when the excuses to avoid the discipline stack up against you.

Hazy Sunrise over the Anacostia

All that being said, an objective view of the day leads me to acknowledge that it was not a melancholy day at all. Two-a-day walking made a comeback, calisthenics were conducted, I'm writing again, meditation went well, work proved fairly productive, and we celebrated a roommate's birthday with some gifts that went over well and an ice cream cake. We even had breakfast for supper which is never a bad way to prepare for the evening fast.

Looking back, I'm glad that the last year of "practice" gave me the fortitude to continue my practice. The accomplishments fell into place, and even though they weren't perfect they were maintained. The universe even gifted me with a sunrise. The air was warm. The breeze was humid. The air conditioning cool.

Tomorrow will be a new experience, and I'm looking forward to carrying on into another set of adventures, no matter how routine they may sometimes seem.