It’s another Monday, another week. Whether you’re going to class or fighting the mad commute to work (like I am in Korea) you can always count on the fact that everybody’s thinking the same darn thing – “ugh, Monday.” This is typically when one wonders “where did the weekend go? What did I even do this weekend?” For me, it’s always a little comforting when I meet all the other zombies (aka my coworkers) in line for the coffee machine. And we exchange that look that we’re all to familiar with. It’s finally my turn at the coffee machine, and I pour the dark liquid into my mug. No sugar added.
I’ve been trying to get in the habit of learning to welcome Mondays. It is, after all, the start of a new week, or some might call it a start of something new, and usually shouldn’t that be something we’re excited about? I’ll be honest, there were times I used to look forward to the weekend as soon as I open my eyes on a Monday. But I don’t want to feel that way anymore. Although it definitely is tough getting in the zone on a Monday morning, it does make me feel a lot better when I open up my planner and see everything laid out and penciled in from the week before. I love how my week is going to be filled with work, this blog, a bit of working out (finally), and meeting friends and such. The change in perspective really affects how I spend the rest of the week. I tend to focus better on tackling the tasks I planned out and procrastinate less. It’s almost like how I start my week sets the mood for the rest of the week. (This is not to say that it’s not subject to sudden changes)
I guess what I’m trying to say is, don’t let Monday consume you, make Monday yours. It’ll change everything.