Mondays
At a recent meeting I litstened to a man talk about the beauty of Mondays. His claim: The weekends are what everyone looks forward to even though it is a short, two-day peried. "What if we all started looking forward to Mondays" he yelled enthusiastically. What is if we all took on the mantra of "Yeah Mondays!" and thought of all of the great things we got to do this week. How nice it would be to fill our lives with things that make us excited, things that we look forward to doing everyday, even Mondays.
It sounds like a great idea...in theory.
Today has just been one of those typical Mondays. Too much work to be done inside and a undeniable longing to be out enjoying the unseasonably warm weather instead. A headache that won't end from an hour of drama over the lunch hour. A kink in an exciting plan that I had been looking forward to. And a lot more on my plate that I wish I could brush off. And the rough part is, if you had told me on Sunday, when I was all excited and ready to begin my Yeah Mondays! week that today was going to be one of those Mondays, I would have slept in a little later today instead of trying to get a leg up on all of the good I had anticipated. Because all that I managed to get out of my early start to Yeah Monday! is an insatiable need for a nap.
At a recent meeting I litstened to a man talk about the beauty of Mondays. His claim: The weekends are what everyone looks forward to even though it is a short, two-day peried. "What if we all started looking forward to Mondays" he yelled enthusiastically. What is if we all took on the mantra of "Yeah Mondays!" and thought of all of the great things we got to do this week. How nice it would be to fill our lives with things that make us excited, things that we look forward to doing everyday, even Mondays.
It sounds like a great idea...in theory.
Today has just been one of those typical Mondays. Too much work to be done inside and a undeniable longing to be out enjoying the unseasonably warm weather instead. A headache that won't end from an hour of drama over the lunch hour. A kink in an exciting plan that I had been looking forward to. And a lot more on my plate that I wish I could brush off. And the rough part is, if you had told me on Sunday, when I was all excited and ready to begin my Yeah Mondays! week that today was going to be one of those Mondays, I would have slept in a little later today instead of trying to get a leg up on all of the good I had anticipated. Because all that I managed to get out of my early start to Yeah Monday! is an insatiable need for a nap.
posted by Ebony @ 4:46 PM
4 Comments:
At 10:03 AM,
Rachel said…
I think this man is sort of stupid. We don't dread Mondays merely because they are Mondays, but because of the work that comes on them. And yes, it would be awesome if my attitude could be so miraculously turned around that I would have a deep and abiding love for budgets and excel spreadsheets, but this is not never never land, is it now? I feel like this is something that needs to be on a demotivators poster: www.demotivators.com
At 5:04 PM,
Barbara said…
I agree. That man is stupid. That would be like saying "Why do people dread funerals? I think we would all enjoy funerals a little more if instead of being sad, we all thought 'Yay, Funerals!'" Moron.
At 12:10 AM,
Anonymous said…
"Yay, Mondays!"--You've got to freakin kidding me. Clearly that man has never set foot in NYC. Had he ever, he would've gone missing. The only time you'll ever catch me saying "Yay, Monday" is if we vote to make the work week Tuesday thru Saturday.... xo, epr
At 7:08 AM,
Stephanie said…
When we're in NOLA....Yay Monday!!! could be appropriate - it would mean we made it out of the bachelorette party alive :o) Maybe this guys wife will only have sex with him on Monday.
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