It never fails… every Monday my Instagram is filled with posts/quotes about how much Mondays suck! When I saw these posts last Monday, I was reminded of when I used to feel the same exact way.
When I worked a traditional 9-5, in an office setting, I hated anything that had to do with Monday. I hated the weekly department meetings, the boring conference calls, and the supervisorial paperwork I had to fill out. When Fridays came around I was happy and relieved for the two days off. But those happy feelings would come to a halt at the same precise time every Sunday night.
7:00PM is when I would always start to feel sick, physically and mentally sick, because that’s when I would realize Monday was right around the corner. And it didn’t matter where I was or what I was doing, once 7:00PM hit, my body had the same reaction: my head would pound, I would cry uncontrollably, and I got an attitude with whomever was around me.
The worst of this would be after I spent the weekend away or at my parent’s house. On Sunday night, while driving back to my apartment, that “Monday is coming” feeling always hit me when I passed a certain exit on the freeway. I would lose it and start crying every time. This particular freeway exit became such a fixture in my life. Last year when I was visiting Cali, I took a trip to visit some friends and had to drive on that same freeway again. When I drove past that exit, all those old feelings came back. I had to stop and remind myself that I no longer have that job and don’t even live in this state anymore.
But back then it was tuff. On Monday mornings I would get out of my bed at the last possible moment, do the least to get ready for work, and would blast and sing my aggression out during the car ride there. It was the only thing I could do to cope with the fact that it was Monday.
Thankfully, my life is so different now. 7:00PM on Sundays is no different than any other previous hour. And I attribute this to me making the choice to change the course my life was previously on. I could no longer wake up hating a specific day of the week, my job, and my situation. A change had to be made.
And it was only when I made those changes that my perspective on a lot of things transformed, including how I feel about Mondays. Now Mondays represent a fresh start. It’s the day I make plans for the week, and it’s actually when I am most productive. I often find myself looking forward to Mondays just because I know I will get a lot of stuff done. Monday is also when I post positive quotes on my blog’s Facebook page with the caption, “Happy Monday.” It may be a small gesture but I feel it’s a helpful one.
Enjoying Mondays is such a wild contrast to how I used to feel, but I am thankful. I’m thankful I can’t relate to those “I hate Monday” posts, and thankful for my new outlook.
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