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What I Love About Mondays....

Mondays I have decided is a good day to focus on personal and career development.  I hope to make this a consistent focus.

I love my job and count every Monday as a blessing!  I work in an engaging and challenging dynamic environment where interdependence is encouraged and my strengths promoted.  The people I work for and with care about me personally and professionally.  The families I have opportunity to meet inspire me and give me great courage and the possibility to learn something new every day!

Personally though I have my own challenges that I'm determined to wrestle into submission.
1.  Energy Level
  •  A constant struggle.  I'm exhausted and feel stretched mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually thin. I'm taking some specific steps to build my stamina but struggle.
2.  Focus

  • I want to do it all and learn it all.  My brain is always turning with new ideas and things to do.  Which is why goal setting helps me narrow it down without making me feel stuck.
3.  Execution

  • Execution and consistency have been topic of prayer all of my life.  To follow through with all I do!!
4.  Integrity

  • Doing what I say I'm going to do!  Geepers.  Why do I say it if I'm not going to do it?  I have great intentions but the follow through has to match my words!

So these are my four areas of focus on Monday mornings!  If you have advice, comment or feedback....I would love them!!!!!!

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