
I woke up this morning feeling deeply grateful — for my existence, for those around me, and for the chance to experience another day. There’s something about starting the week with gratitude that changes everything. It softens the edges, quiets the noise, and opens space for presence.
As I read from the Hávamál and reflected on Máni — the moon — I found myself thinking about what Monday really means. Not just the start of a workweek, but a rhythm, a reminder. The pull between reflection and movement. Light and dark. Effort and ease.
I checked in with my fellow cohosts from the Hairy & Heavy Podcast, and we’re all fired up for our next recording. The energy, honesty, and laughter we share continue to remind me how powerful real conversation can be.
I’m also preparing for my upcoming trip to Malaysia, where I’ll have the honor of leading a commencement ceremony — an experience that fills me with both excitement and a little apprehension. There’s something humbling about standing before a group of graduates, each carrying their own story of resilience and hope. On my way, I’ll spend a night in Incheon, a place I’ve come to truly enjoy — a quiet pause before the momentum of celebration.
Here in New England, fall is still in full swing, and tonight I’m taking my younger kids to a corn maze — one of my favorite traditions. The smell of leaves, the sound of laughter, the early evening chill — it all feels like a reminder that life’s most meaningful moments often happen in the in-between.
Today, I’m holding gratitude, anticipation, and joy all at once — and feeling thankful for the balance of it all.
Here’s to Mondays that remind us we’re alive, connected, and endlessly capable of wonder. 🍂
— Dr. Rick L. Mask
Author | Researcher | Co-Host of the Hairy & Heavy Podcast