all of my life, a sampler containing this proverb, has hung on the wall of my mother’s bedroom. growing up, i read it nearly everyday. today, i probably think about it every day. whenever something goes wrong, or i don’t quite accomplish everything on my ta-da list, i always remind myself that “tomorrow is a new day”. not only is it new & fresh, but it’s “the first day of the rest of your life!” although, i have to admit, that i reserve major lifestyle changes for mondays. i guess i’m just weird like that. i like lists & schedules & continuity…. to make a life altering change (say, like waking up at 6 am to go for a run), that’s something i prefer to start on a monday. it just works out better that way & i have a greater chance of sticking to the new plan. (uh huh! i hope you all don’t think i’m totally crazy now, because i’m probably only partially crazy) anyway… so that was the plan this week. no, not waking up at 6am to go running… but starting the rest of my life. i’ve been all out of whack lately & definitely have had way too many things going, sending me spinning in all kinds of directions. i feel like i’ve had to put my normal life on hold, in order to deal with all these distractions. so, here are just some of my confessions: the fact that my house looks like a hurricane came through; i haven’t cooked dinner in what feels like forever; i can’t remember the last time i went to the grocery store for more than just emergency “gotta have it now!” items; the laundry has piled so high i have to climb over it & my exercise regime is in the toilet. but, no more! “today is the first day of the rest of life” & i’m regaining control of my life. my activities & ta-da’s are scheduled, my dinner menu is planned (just in case you are wondering, we are having this, this & this) & i’ve tackled the grocery store. now all that’s left, is for me to bundle up & go for a run. but, it’s getting kind of late. i guess i can take care of that one tomorrow seeing as it will be “the first day of the rest of (my) life.”
a new beginning.
Mondays always feel like a fresh start to me too! By Wednesday I'm already counting down to the weekend.
you are amazing and don't let anyone tell you different...as for mondays...dad used to say whenever i said i was going to start something new..."are you waiting for monday?" ...so i guess it's a gene thing.
Kelly, I love your blog and your refreshing perspective on crazy everyday life! I hope you get to do all the things you hope for!
I am the BEST Monday morning dieter. But by Friday, I always think, "I'll just eat bad through this weekend and start fresh on Monday." It's a curse. I need some of your resolve!
Oh Kelly, how I could use your enthusiasm right now! I've got at least 5 loads of laundry to do tonight, this week's meals are half leftovers, and I currently have two(!) tables in my dining room. And for the past 2 months I've been telling myself that next week is when the exercise starts. Oh jeez.