Years ago I used to dread Monday morning. The beginning of the work week, I would think about all that I had to accomplish and feel overwhelmed. This was particularly true when I was in school. Monday morning was a cold bucket of water being dumped over my head. It was the call of reality. Thursday and Friday, by comparison, were weekdays that I looked forward to. I liked Thursday, because the next day was Friday and that meant the end of the work week. I loved Friday, because often, I was mentally half out the door and onto my weekend activities. This cycle would start all over again, especially Sunday evening. Often, I found myself on Sunday evening not having dedicated any time over the weekend to prepare for the week. Or, during my time in school, I was often confronted with a load of undone homework on Sunday. Not good. Not good at all.