Getting Past a Hatred of Mondays
Mondays are always difficult. I need to get up early and re-program myself to my work-week existence. My mind is still in relaxation mode. Last week’s work-week tension just left my body last evening while watching TV.
I suppose, in this day and age, any day can be Monday. I once worked on Saturdays and (sometimes) on Sundays. My weekend was Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday was my Monday.
It doesn’t matter which day of the week Monday falls on, it still feels like Monday. I’m too far entrenched in the culture-wide hatred of Monday to quibble about whether it’s really Monday. Monday–to my way of thinking–is a generic term for the worst day of the week.
I know that’s bad. I’m working on it.
