For this graduate student, Sundays are a precious day for preparation for the upcoming week. I assess my planner for its preparation for the following weeks, complete homework, knock out the smaller tasks I can do, and often feel a little bit like Superwoman. Now that it's fall, this routine is accompanied with the sounds of football in the background throughout the afternoon and evening.
One thing I've noticed is the hours seem to fly by when I am preparing for the upcoming week. I don't chastise myself if I am sucked in by an impressive play. I don't criticize myself when I somehow manage to line one of my hands up incorrectly on the keyboard. I don't get upset at myself when I struggle with addition and subtraction while balancing my checkbook. For some reason I have yet to understand, I am most patient with myself on Sundays.
This patience is something I should carry forward to the rest of the week. Really. I have a short fuse, and know it. I believe one of the reasons I am most patient on Sundays is my weekly quest to write out a thank you card to someone who has influenced me positively in the past week.
Patience is a virtue. Or so it goes.
