I hate Mondays.
Weekends I savor like an expertly grilled steak or juicy slice of watermelon.
Mondays taste more like a high end protein bar. It’s a long, flavorless chew just to get the grainy mass down.
Confession – I’ve been working for the weekend. I always do. (And no, I didn’t write the song.)
Facts I’ve been thinking about today –
· Weekends are less than half as long as the weekdays I trudge through to get there.
· Weekends don’t always work out. Sickness. Overscheduling. Two days of bliss unexpectedly turning into the mini-series -“Busted-Legend of the Girl Who Should Have Stayed in Bed”
Something’s got to change.
I’ll crawl out of bed,
Toss my aching bones into the shower.
Grope through the laundry basket for a clean pair of pants to wear to work.
Before I blast a band on the FM station on the way to work,
or race into the collision of conversations at the office,
Take a deep breath,
Savor the sensation of being alive.
Not a huge commitment.
More like a few seconds of deliberate awareness, an exercise in regaining a sense of who I am and why I’m here on this planet.
How about you? Hate them? Love them? I’d love to hear how you get through the day.