MeMonday

Monday…a day dreaded, hated, loathed, the worst day of the week some might say…has turned into my little special me day. MeMonday. As everyone hesitantly gets up on Monday morning…I take my time…because special me has no class and no work. Monday is my new Sunday…and February 28 was a good Monday in Florence…I got up…showered…cleaned the dishes…fixed up the house…and then had no priorities other than writing in my journal and enjoying some crisp Italian air and a dash of Tuscan sun.

I sat on a bridge across the Arno River, people watched, wrote, and relaxed…something I rarely did back at home. It was nice noticing all the people buzzing from the central area of Florence across the river to the more “homey” tranquil area. An old man shuffling by reminded me of the amazing novel Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom, a middle aged handsome man on a bike sat with me for an hour, deep in his own thoughts, smiling from time to time, and a stylish duo heading toward La Rinascente for a shopping spree perhaps?

“Me” time is highly underrated…most people have a problem being alone, they can’t stand being single, jumping from relationship to relationship, they can’t even sit and have lunch alone…me time is important…and it’s the best spent at the Arno River.

"The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in."
-Tuesdays with Morrie

Emilia