There's something about a cool, sunny, fall-ish weekend that brings a sense of peace. I've felt relaxed, loved and rested all weekend.
Yet now, it's time to go back to school. What is it about Monday mornings that twist my gut and set my nerves on edge? After 7 years, you'd think I wouldn't feel this way every Monday (particularly after such a lovely weekend). I'm planned for the week, I know what I'm doing, and yet...still with the nerves. I have a meeting that I'm worried about this morning, but I can't tell if my nerves can be attributed only to that or to the week as a whole.
I guess I haven't felt as "on top of things" this year as I have in years past. Again, after 7 years one would think I would have a pretty solid feeling of control.
I hate Mondays, too. I think my problem is anxiety about the myriad ways in which I can screw up my day and/or co-work's, or a student's day! And since it's Monday the ripple effect is especially consequential!
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