My smart mouth got me in trouble as a kid.

I craved having the last word and sarcasm was my second language.

At least once that I can remember, I found myself standing in the powder blue bathroom in the split-level I grew up in, while my mom washed my mouth out with a gold-colored bar of Dial soap.

It was the 80s after all - and the punishment most definitely fit the crime!

Truth? This weekend wasn’t my best.

I spent far too much time wallowing in negative self-talk and I just couldn’t seem to shake the funk that I was in.

I know that if I’d put words to the feelings I was having - and said them out loud - my mom would’ve most certainly washed my mouth out with soap once again.

And the punishment definitely would’ve fit the crime!

A new week means a fresh start and I’m grateful for that this morning.

Personal or professional, what are you looking forward to most this week? Let me know in the comments below!