So often, people cry motivation in the same way they cry wolf. They shout it from the rooftops and, to me, it comes off as insincere. Instead, I'll send you this message on a Monday:
No one says you have to go into Monday believing that this (THIS) is the week you will stick to your routine, stick to your diet, stay organized, not give up on cooking dinner by Tuesday night (this is me, fyi), etc. We all have those things we want to do, those aspirations for the week.
But each day IS figureoutable. Each Monday. Each week. All can be figured out.
So I could recap my weekend but I figuratively did nothing. I mean, I did a lot of cooking, and some cleaning, and reading, and I forgot what day it was for most of Saturday...but I didn't do anything. I went to Target yesterday, if that counts. Scott worked on outdoor projects. The weather on Saturday was conducive for staying inside:
It doesn't look like much, but it was a constant mix of snowrain for most of the day.
I think the sky was mourning because spring break was over.
I didn't get as much done as I wanted to over break, but oh well.
It's a new week. It's figureoutable.
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