Donwil and I were discussing the end of the weekend, and the week ahead. Oh, the dreaded school nights. There’s always this long list of things to do and excitement for Friday. And like most people, he couldn’t wait for Friday to get home and in bed, and binge watch football and the movies (I think. All this on the previous Saturday). To that, I snapped back almost defensively in my head thinking, “I love Mondays, shame on the world for not.”
I like my Mondays the way I like my tea − hot, strong and sweet.
No one expects you to be at your best because everyone wakes up with heavy eyes and the need for a double espresso. I love Mondays because everyone else hates it. No pressure.
Forgive me, I’m stuck in reverse.
Last semester, I had a class at 9am on a Monday through the Melbourne winters. This meant, I had to be up at 6am and out by 7.30am to get there in time. The bed is suddenly warmer and the air hadn’t felt more comforting. But I would wake up and dress my best because the professor always started the class with gratitude and a warm greeting. A ‘thank you’ for taking the effort to be in class on time with the choice to do otherwise on a Monday morning – come rain, shine or all four seasons on your way to school. Pretty special right?
We are grateful for things in the past, why not set the mood for what’s to come? It is overwhelming to get back to people you may not like or to deadlines and pressure from work. For me, however, it is a lot more overwhelming to tell yourself that you are going to have a tough day. Because then I expect it and even work towards making the worst day known to me.
We are told we are in control of our thoughts, and that we become what we think about. We can all agree to disagree to this because there are days when we want to think positively but it isn’t in us to fight the chaos and confusion we feel. And that’s fine. There are days I wake up with a heavy head or no will to do anything. There are days I wake up because I have to, not because I want to. It’s okay to have a bad day because then you treasure the good ones. We are entitled to our moods, cycles and everyday struggles. That being said, I have learnt that contentment does not come from anything external to yourself, it brews within.
Happiness comes from within, like my Mondaze.
We wake up each morning to the possibility and potential of a million choices. Most of these choices are governed by habit, taught and engraved in our minds by our parents, friends or society. I hated the start of the week because every Sunday ended with a threat of the worst to come. So over time, I made a conscious effort to tell myself everything was going to be alright. And for the most part, it has worked out well for me. It only seemed fair to share this with you. Just maybe, it might grow on you too?
Have a beautiful week!
Today’s tune – Chasing Cars by Sleeping At Last.
Day 5 – 8 May 2017.
361 days to go.
Thanks for listening and if you relate, say hello, please and thank you.