Just Another Manic Monday

Remember the Bangles? OK so no this isn't about the song in particular but hopefully I haven't lost you. I wanted to share a couple of thoughts about that dreaded day of the week.
I always find it amazing how much power we tend to give really innocuous things, like Mondays. When you left on Friday, you probably knew you'd be going back to the office three days later right? :). So much of our distaste for Monday seems to be tied to the fact it is the one day we blame for stealing our short-lived freedom away. It is also the day the "good idea fairy" visits our bosses and they come up with some real doozies don't they? I'm sure we all have our horror stories.
Having said all that, I'm here to share a thought or two about navigating through that hated day.
First, choose to have a good day. I know what you're saying, "how do you "choose" to have a good day? Don't they just sorta happen to you?" I submit that we can choose to have a good day practically any day we want. Choose to focus on the good things during the day. Hey, you woke up right? That's a great starting point. There are a lot of people on earth who didn't this morning. You're already one up. See, this whole choosing to be happy thing is easier than it sounded isn't it?
Second, don't be so thin-skinned. We Americans take everything so damn personal. Poop happens, let it slide. Not everything that happens at the office is a personal attack on you. Stop getting so pissed off about the boss' good ideas, even when they're not. I bet there are other people who end up affected by them as well. It's probably not just you. So let it slide. You have a job. Yet again, there are a whole lot of people out there who would trade their situation for yours in a heartbeat.
Finally, stop giving Monday so much power. My son was born on a Monday. It was a crappy day too. Cold, rainy, and a Monday. Yet, looking into my baby boy's eyes that very first time was one of the most incredible moments of my life. It happened on a Monday. A cold, wet, blustery one. And yet it was one of the most beautiful days of my life. Maybe your kid wasn't born on a Monday, but I bet there are a whole lot of things you can be happy for on most of them.
So go forth, play your music too loud on the way into the office like you did when you were younger. Walk in with a smile instead of a frown. If nothing else, by the end of the day, you'll be one day closer to your weekend. And that, I think we can all agree, is something we can all be happy about.
As always, I believe in you, you just have to believe in yourself!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

I Have PBD

Image
Haven't posted a blogpost in awhile but this seems like as good a time as any. I'd like to share with my friends that I am suffering from a horrible condition. It's called PBD or "Post-Brady Disorder."  As I understand it, the condition is caused by the loss of Tom Brady as the Quarterback of the New England Patriots. Symptoms include extreme sadness, anxiety, difficulty breathing, and bouts of hissy-fits. Additional symptoms include worrying he'll end up on a stupid team like Tennessee or Tampa Bay and whether I can really get behind an Andy Dalton as my team's starting quarterback. Unfortunately the condition has no cure. No amount of Our Fathers or Hail Mary's will bring Tom Brady back. Therefore I have accepted I must go through the 5-stages of grief. I went through Denial in my car this morning as I read the news prior to getting out. I then became irrationally Angry honking my horn and screaming as the man in the car parked next
Read more

The Hereafter

The last 30 days have been a little difficult for my circle of friends. As life goes on unpredictable as always, my circle of friends have seemingly lost more friends, coworkers, and family members than I remember in recent memory and it has me thinking. A friend of mine posted a recent article by renowned physicist Stephen Hawking balking at the idea of a hereafter as a fairy tale for those afraid of the dark. Please know this blog is not about telling you what to believe. As I read the comments folks left about the article, it dawned on me that regardless of what each of us thinks, one thing is certain; every one of is going to find out the answer to the question of whether a hereafter exists or not.; every single one of us. If nothing exists, well then we won't have a whole lot of pondering to do on the idea since we won't be in a hereafter to ponder or do anything else. But if it does, there might be some "explaining" to do. I don't know what will happen wh
Read more

Facebook Dump- The Day After

Well about 24 hours ago, in a moment of holistic goodness (I might have been eating granola at the time), I decided I was going to deactivate my Facebook account. Not permanently, but for some unspecified time which I called "the summer". I didn't lock myself down to actual dates just in case this would be harder than I expected but I mean come on, it’s just a stupid website. There are a million other websites and social environments online. I wouldn't even notice it was gone. Fast forward till 7pm last night. There I am, staring at a blank Google search engine page, feeling a little sick to my stomach and confused as to what to do. Hours earlier I had said my goodbyes to my close friends on Facebook who saw me off with words of encouragement reminiscent of eulogies as I disappeared into the internet sunset like a cowboy disappears into the western plain. Now, I was a free man. Mark Zuckerburg could no longer control me. I was free to roam the internet as I pleased.
Read more