I’ve been looking forward to this Monday for quite a while. Shame on me for spending the entirety of my nine-day holiday anxiously anticipating the return to normal. So, here I am, bright and early – well, it would be bright were it not early January – on my first day of back-to-normal-non-student life. I’m feeling rather leisurely as I sit and sip tea before donning gym clothes and heading over to the campus fitness center. I have a sneaking suspicion that I will not find myself with the myriad free time that I feel like I should. I have several things I need to do: two essays and a book review to write, Christmas decorations to put away, laundry, vacuuming, the list goes on. But I haven’t yet found myself in the rhythm of everyday life and, despite a nagging voice in the back of my mind, I’ve managed to blow off the past few days and have very little to show for myself. No use dwelling on the past, I suppose. I have a fresh week ahead and evenings that are just begging to be filled with productivity. I’m so excited, grateful even, for this Monday.