Monday, 25 September 2017
Many people will tell you that Mondays are terrible. They not only start the week, but also the pace for the week. When everything goes wrong on a Monday, obviously the week will be labelled. Not?
Well, I'm rather optimistic. I've never minded Mondays and I've never labelled a week negatively because of bad incidents that happen on a Monday. For me, Monday's have always been like a new page, a new start, and the beginning for new opportunities.
I'm a changed woman. Last week was a week from hell. Every day started with a crisis! Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, Wednesday bloomed. Not only did the day start with a crisis, it also gained momentum and by lunch time another crisis reared its ugly head.
Was I negative? From day one, I was devastated. I sank into the realms of despair and as each crisis hit me, I had to dig deeper to find more inner strength to drag myself through the week.
By Friday, I was in the dregs of self-pity! Then it hit me! It was Friday. The end of the week had arrived. I was convinced that the bad luck would stop, but it didn't. I faced yet another crisis.
I survived the wretched week. How? Well, I once read about the twelve gifts of birth, the first being strength. Prayers and strength pulled me through. From experience I've learned that when life gets harder, I get stronger.
Challenges not only give strength, but they also allow opportunity for growth. The bigger the challenge, the bigger the opportunity for growth.
It's the end of a busy term. I'm too tired to reflect on what I've learnt from last week's challenges. All I know is that bad experiences can hit you like a tsunami. When they do, you need faith and patience to endure.