I’ve always been weird in that, where other people struggle and suffer through the first day of the week, Mondays typically find me at my best.
I’ve usually prepared, both emotionally and practically, for the start of the week. I spend much of Sunday worrying and walking through the day’s tasks, expectations, and possibilities. Mondays then end up being the least anxiety inducing day of the week for me because there hasn’t yet been enough time for chance, chaos, or catastrophe to work its way between my hopes and intentions, yet.
All this to say that, despite the hectic schedule and the overflowing list of things to do, today was actually a good day.
We had a class of new employees start today and that means for the next two weeks or so I will be in charge of every aspect of these people’s work life and training. It’s a lot of pressure and a lot of responsibility. I love my job. I love teaching and I love affecting change not just in the way these people approach their job and the children we serve but I love knowing there is a small chance they will take the lessons and perspectives I bring to them into their lives and relationships beyond the workplace.
Still, I expect to be fully burned out and dragging my feet in pessimism and impatience by this time next week.