I have often said I am a Monday person.

Cheated on my healthy eating plan? I’ll start over again on Monday.

Fell off the exercise wagon? I’ll go back to the gym on Monday.

My house is a mess and I’ve been crabby with my sons? I’ll clean up and do better on Monday.

Didn’t write anything all week? I’ll post something on Monday.

For me, life has been an endless series of Mondays. Until Tuesday comes, that is.

Tuesday is when my cleaning woman comes. When she cleans one of my bathrooms, she scoots back the stand that holds the toilet paper roll. So each Tuesday when I use that bathroom, I have to scoot the toilet paper holder back up to its rightful place.

And I think to myself, What have I done since last Tuesday?

So I sit for a while and ponder that question. Have I lost any weight?

Have I accomplished any of my fitness goals?

Have I accomplished any of my writing goals?

Have I organized my closet? Looked for new recipes on Pinterest?

Have I made great strides toward being the perfect mother?

Each goal is ticked off in my head as I sit and stare at that toilet paper roll holder as if it is some kind of marker for my success as a woman.

Inevitably, I come to the conclusion that I don’t have to wait until next Monday or Tuesday to begin anew. I have 24 hours to do it today. I have 525,600 minutes to do it yet this year. If I mess something up right now, I don’t have to wait until a certain day or time.

If I yell at one of my boys, I can turn right around, hug him, and tell him I’m sorry I lost my temper.

I can make the choice today to eat something healthy for lunch.

I can knock one item off my to-do list today; and by next Tuesday, I’ll be able to tick seven things off in my mind that are done.

There’s no reason for me to wait for another Monday. I can start right now.

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