As I rise on this day
Wondering how the
Week will begin
In two minds
Still needing rest
But rest interrupted
Mind wonders ahead
What’s the week ahead holding?
Good times or bad
Pinching myself
Hold positive thoughts
Days will come and go
As always, the week will
Work itself out
My role is, only to
Give the rolling days
My best self
Till we meet again!
Waking up on Sundays sometimes has a bitter, sweet feeling. My dilemma. Do I rest longer? Should I just wake up and get on with it? I had planned a different slice, but my conundrum led me to this simple poem.
GIFTS 
“Give the rolling days my best self” – these lines are beautiful, simple, and true J, I know you’ll do exactly that! 🙂
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I copied the same line down. Such an important lesson and way to face each day!
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A poem many can relate to. Thank you!
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Juliette, you captured my mind every Sunday. And yes, the important thing is that we bring our “best self” each day. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. It is nice to know we are not alone.
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I think many people can relate to these Sunday thoughts. I hope you find some time to enjoy today.
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I, too, found the most powerful of descriptions in these lines:
“My role is, only to
Give the rolling days
My best self.” These bring me back to myself, and make me want to do the same. Beautiful.
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You’ve encapsulated the essence of a Sunday morning perfectly. Well done.
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A perfect poem to encapsulate the thoughts many of us have.
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Yes!! Totally agree with you and your thoughts! Sunday is a “dilemma” day for me!
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