On a Monday morning, I sought inspiration from the first chicken coming out of the coop, out of her roost. She  pops up on the edge, takes a look around, and plunges into a new week. She does not need the news to begin her day with sorrow and anger, she needs no warnings or tests or pills, she is first out looking for seeds, meal and whatever bugs and worms are surviving the end of warm weather. This is how I will begin my Monday. I will get to work on my training e-book, write it well, be grateful for every minute of my life.