Monday, March 03, 2008
I don't like Mondays
Up, up and away
London, Ontario, August 2007 [Click to embiggen]
I've never been particularly fond of Mondays. I enjoy the quiet of weekends, and as much as I love the work that I do, there's something daunting about standing at the precipice of a new week, with all those days of potential hanging out there.
I know that compared to others, I have it ridiculously easy. I don't work a seven-day week and I don't spend my days thousands of feet below the surface of the earth, breathing coal dust and wondering if I'll ever again see the light of day. I press spring-loaded keys for a living, assembling words on a screen and occasionally talking to people far away to get the information I need to keep assembling those words. The most laborious part of my day involves walking the dog or heading down to the gym for a workout. My workweek isn't backbreaking, so I shouldn't shun Mondays as I do.
But I'm a creature of habit, and I don't enjoy going to sleep on Sunday night, knowing what lies ahead of me when the sun comes back up.
So to help ease the transition back into a higher gear of life, I look for little snippets of brightness, color and perspective.
Your turn: Bob Geldof and his Boomtown Rats notwithstanding, where do you stand on Mondays? Why?
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