I make so many mistakes, slack off, or get tired and barely scrape by, that I’m always glad for a second chance. Yesterday, as I was journaling about my fatigued zombie-like state of last week and my lack of a productive weekend, I was struck by how many new beginnings I get. A new day, a new week, a new month, a new season.
Most of us don’t look forward to Mondays, but this week I see Monday with new eyes. It’s another chance. Another chance to start the week off strong, on the right foot. To get a flying start on math and spelling and reading. To make inroads into the history of the ancient Greeks. To brainstorm new scenes for Kai’s book, to make my world more robust and detailed. To finally get back on my cleaning schedule.
To start creating good habits to carry me through the times I’m tired, down or harassed by how much I have to do.