Mondays are for fresh starts

Mondays are for fresh starts

Happy Monday, friends! I’m super excited you’re here, because today is the unveiling of the all new Of Heart and Hope blog! Though Monday blues sometimes get me down, Mondays really are for fresh starts. The promise of a new week full of possibilities. I’m reminded of this sweet promise: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23 ESV

I’ve wanted to revamp my blog for sometime, and I finally put some skin in the game by transitioning to self-hosting. I already feel like this was the best decision ever! I’m loving the increased amount of control I have. I hope those of you who have been following along at www.rachelforrest.me will stick around with the new site.

While you’re here, why don’t you take a look around at some of the updated features? I’ve added some new content to the about page, which includes an explanation of the new site’s title. Also, if you don’t already follow me on social media, now is a good time to remedy that! You can find me on Twitter and Instagram, or you can also like Of Heart and Hope’s Facebook page.

Do you have any fresh starts launching today?

 

Working Moms and Mondays: back to the daily grind

Mondays are hard for everyone, am I right? The weekends seem to last all of maybe 5 minutes while the work week is something like the movie Interstellar, when they are on that planet for like an hour but it amounts to 20 years in Earth time. That’s the work week, it’s really only 5 days, but it feels like a time suck of approximately 737 years.

I feel particularly sensitive to Mondays since becoming a working mom. It’s like opening a wound every week, picking a fresh scab that grew over the weekend. Having to wake the kids early, instead of letting them sleep until they wake naturally. The daycare drop off, and all of the emotions that come with it. The concern for their well being throughout the day. Always feeling divided, like you’re not quite fully present at work because part of you is elsewhere.

I’m sure I’m not alone in these feelings. Working moms have been conquering the daily grind for many years before me, and I’m not unique. And truthfully, I enjoy my job, I feel a sense of calling and purpose in my work that is fulfilling to me as a woman and a believer in Christ. Feeling called to be a working mom and feeling the tension of being a working mom are not mutually exclusive; they go hand in hand. You can find fulfillment in your work and acknowledge that you miss your children, want to be with them, desire to care for them and hope you’re doing it right.

So, Happy Monday, fellow working moms. May your coffee be strong and your days be short.