A Monday observation

Mondays are hard for everyone (babies included), especially after a weekend spent with family in the north woods. Armed with that knowledge, I spent a few quiet moments reflecting on my job and what I'm doing within the context of my position. I jotted down some notes of reflection in my journal and did my best to gather what Charlotte and I would need to be successful today & have it ready for the morning.

Somehow, this day almost seemed serene. For real! I didn't feel crazed or rushed at any point & actually see myself making progress on some big projects this week.

Maybe those few moments spent reflecting and preparing need to be incorporated into my normal end of the day routine! How refreshing to finish a Monday with a sense of accomplishment & drive!

Here's lookin at you, Tuesday.
Xo
Mama Porch

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Momma K

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