Typing this one on the aul IPod so apologies in advance if it goes all wonky on me!

In my leaba looking forward to tomorrow. Once upon a time (in a land far, far away) I used to hate Mondays. In fact I hated Sunday too purely because Monday came after it. I’d get that sinking feeling on a Sunday morning that would well and grow throughout the day, knowing that I had to go into that place in less than 24 hours. Amazing how being in a job that you hate manages to eat into the time you’re not even in the damn place.

But no more I tells ya! Monday is a new beginning every week. I can close the chapter that was the week before and look forward to what I will achieve in the next 7 days. I think to survive and to be happy you have to learn to look forward and not back. Embrace the now and plan to succeed.  I’m not someone who can plan months in advance. My head gets too muddled (my teeny, tiny brain cannot cope).  So I look at a week at a time and take it one day at a time, sweet Jesus 😃.

So it’s day 1 again tomorrow. Brand new week, brand new page and I plan on filling that page with magic.❤️👍

Oíche mhaith you sexy beasts!

Debs x