For the past 20 months or so, Mondays don’t instill dread the same way they do more most 9-to-5ers. Instead of that Sunday Night Feeling, I get a frisson of hope for the week ahead. It’s a new leaf. A new start. A chance to do things right this week. Never one to start in the middle, I am no good at making changes mid-week, so Mondays are when I try new things. Mondays are when I think of all the things I want to accomplish and since it’s the beginning of the week, it all seems so achievable and I have not failed at getting things done (yet!).
In a few weeks, I am sure this will all change. I will be working / studying full-time and I won’t have the luxury of naptime-quiet hours to blog, read, tidy, watch TV etc. etc. I will have a lot less time and a lot more to do. It’s a daunting thought. Don’t get me wrong, I am really excited about starting my course; but I am also aware of how my life is about to be turned upside down.
It has never been more important for me to live intentionally, using my precious time in the best way possible. I want our house to be uncluttered and easy to keep. I want to cut out all the mental clutter of pointless worries. I want to live a simple, happy life in spite of the excessive workload and stressful new career. I was thinking last night about this blog and about my post categories, wondering if the simple category was something I could write about once I start my course. I almost thought of it as an indulgence that I have been lucky enough to tackle with having so much time at home.
This morning, as I wrote out my day’s tasks, I realised it is more important that ever that I keep my eye on the simple goals I have set. I need to refocus on what is really important so that I have the best chance of being successful (and sane) come September onwards.