When The Hours Are Still Dew

I woke up this morning with some kind of anxiety about how my week would go. This week is packed with loads of activities for me starting from today. I recently finished Uni but I still have some seminars and a project to defend and all of those have been scheduled to happen this week.

To be honest, whenever a new week rolls in, I hear two voices in my head: one whispering doubt and another whispering possibility. But it’s dawned on me that the one I choose to listen to will shape everything that follows.

Last week sort of drained me. Both mentally and physically. I stumbled, I felt invisible, and it seemed nothing was going according to plan. But here’s the hard truth I keep reminding myself: a new week doesn’t ask about your past. It offers seven days, untouched, unspoiled. Just days full of opportunities to try again.

I also remind myself of the bible story where a farmer planted seeds in three places. He planted on hard ground, among thorns and in fertile soil. And everyone expected only the fertile soil to yield something worthwhile, one stubborn seed pushed itself up through the crack of the rock. Against the odds, it grew.

That’s how I have decided to see this week and maybe you should too. I have decided not to worry about the turn out of my defense. The judges may wear a tough expression to shake me but having anxiety right now won’t help. I’ll face it when the day comes. I’ll also do my best by practicing public speaking because I suck at it.

That said, this week, don’t worry about the odds. Don’t focus on the thorns. If there’s even a sliver of space, push through. We all don’t need perfect conditions to grow. All we need is the courage to rise.

So walk into this week with lifted shoulders and sharpened vision. Expect good things. Create good things. Breathe. Meditate. And even if it gets windy, look within and remember that you have what it takes not just to survive, but to thrive.

This week is yours. Claim it.

XoXo.