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, Mondays
have always been like a new page, a new start, and the beginning of 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, but it also gained momentum and by lunchtime, 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 opportunities 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 learned 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.
