Good morning. Today is Monday, August 28th and this is my second sunrise letter. This morning I woke reluctantly— it’s the first day of my third semester as a PhD candidate, and I had a bit of a meltdown yesterday about how many loose ends I need to tie up, but then I remembered that life is composed of loose ends, and nothing ever stays together.
I had a lovely weekend. Weekends are something I have sacrificed for several years now, and a couple weeks ago I made a steadfast commitment to myself that I must, must have weekends. Two days off from school work and from writing projects. Morning pages are still happening, but I won’t be doing Sunrise Letters on weekends. On weekends I get to “sleep in” until 7am. On weekends I can lay on the couch for half a day if I want. Go for walks or hikes or go see a movie. Clean my cottage. Organize. Take a bath. Spend time with friends. Read for fun.
Here’s what I know: in order for my weekends to happen, I must commit to doing my work on weekdays…
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