Bad Mondays.

Mondays. A bittersweet word for many who feel like it should be taken out of the dictionary. I don’t blame them. This word means something very hard to accept. It means a “beginning”. Beginnings are always hard because you are starting from scratch a journey, an odyssey, a mission that will take a toll on you, and in the end, you will feel exhausted and ready to fall. This may sound dramatic but I am sure that is the case for some people. And again, I don’t blame them. 

But I try to find a different mindset for Mondays. I feel like blaming the day for whatever is bothering you is wasting your breath and thoughts on something inconsequential. Blaming Mondays is the same as blaming the times for our current problems. The times themselves don’t mean anything without the actions prior to them to result in the present turn of events. I suppose what I am trying to say is that we need to find what is bothering us and try to change it if we can. I am not trying to preach here. Just looking for a possible solution to my problems. 

Today I woke up feeling horrible. Went to my job and didn’t do too well. But I try to understand that Mondays are not bad. They are just part of the time I am spending while I am alive. I am grateful for that.