I’m sure I’m the ONLY person on the face of the earth that isn’t always waiting on the weekend. It’s possible someone’s mouth is wide open while reading this and anticipating the shenanigans I’m writing about.

Close your mouths before a fly flies in. I’m not crazy. I promise. But I won’t lie. I do absolutely enjoy my Mondays. To me, Monday represents a new beginning. A new week is ahead to do more things. A new week to continue to accomplish or crush my goals. Even time to restart my diet over again. Sigh

But to me, Monday is the funday. And Friday is just ok.

Don’t scream…I’m serious you guys. When Friday comes, I actually start to seem anxious at the thought of the things I wasn’t able to complete because now I have to shift my focus away from my job mainly and some of the things I’m only able to accomplish during the week.

I’ll admit. I haven’t always felt like this. There was a time I didn’t like the weekend due to the mundaneness of it all. I was ok at work with the everyday sameness and didn’t want to do anything outside the routine. I wasn’t sad or depressed. I was simply existing doing this and that but not really doing anything at all.

I wasn’t excited about Monday. It was just another day. Friday only excited me if I had a blank canvas for the weekend to do nothing. Something was definitely wrong with that picture. I began to pray about those feelings. God, there has to be something better than this. I love my life but I’m not fully living it. Lord, what is wrong with me.

Well, it was revealed. I wasn’t operating in my full potential. I was reminded of when life was fulfilling, when I had my life’s purpose directing my path day by day. That thing that I was supposed to do with my life…gave me life! So where did it go? What happened?

Life happened. I got married and had kids and just forgot about me. Forgot about the things Nakia stood for and the things I liked to do and how I liked to feel. I wasn’t shopping, stopped getting my nails done, nor other things that made me smile. Time out!

It was time to get back to being me! I knew what I had to do. I had to get back to doing that thing that God had shown me several years before. I wanted to speak again. Yeah, that’s it. It gave me so much joy to share my thoughts with the world.

My path was to be different this time, He said. It included blogging so I started this site. It included speaking to couples and sharing our issues and our victory. My husband and I started hosting marriage retreats. Got one coming up actually.

It included me sharing my revelation with other women to assist them with re-finding themselves. I speak at women conferences.

God said He had something for me to do. He was just waiting on me to want to do it again. Every since then, life has been grand. No longer am I waiting on another uneventful weekend. No longer do I dread the late hours of Sunday with thoughts of what was to come the next day. Now, I love my Mondays.

Monday where art thou?

Thanks for your attention. Remember you are your own competition.

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