I head back today to Toledo to begin my summer session of classes, and the rush of getting back into the swing of things reminded me of the hustle that excites me. I think we get caught up in the Monday slums because the freedom of the weekends (or having an extended break from reality) makes us lose momentum to keep going and not be as productive as we could be. I know I need the time off here and there (and trust me, I count down to it), but I also give completely into it and neglect any sense of responsibility when I am in off mode. My Mondays can be as hectic as they come, and I let that happen in a way. No matter how prepared I think I am or planned ahead for the day or week, I am still usually running late, running around like a mad lady, and hoping I did not forget to pack something. Let me not forget to mention that even though classes begin tomorrow, I have yet to have notebooks designated, let alone have access to the textbooks I will probably need. My younger self as a student would be mortified by this. There has to be a constant sense of organization, even if it is organized chaos. That must count for something too, right? Here is my plan. I have twelve Mondays standing between me and the end of this benchmark of time. Each Monday moving forward can be dreaded or hoped for; life is too short to have that constant dreadful feeling, so a hopeful outlook has to be the answer. I may not always love facing a new week with who knows what thrown at me, but that is part of the adventure. I can only take one week at a time and do whatever it takes to make things happen and get other things done. Monday does not have to be the negative stigma of the week; Monday is a mindset. Stay Curious, Kayla ©Inquisitive Perspectives 2019
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