Why do you hate Mondays?
We could also ask an even more relevant question— When does your Monday start?
For many, it starts on a Sunday.
Monday starts somewhere on a Sunday afternoon.
Isn’t there a bitter irony in all of this?
The illusion of freedom during the weekend escapes you because the dreaded Sunday Blues mess up your equilibrium on a Sunday— And sometimes, it starts as early as Friday or Saturday.
As a child who watched too many movies, I occasionally pondered the time-keeping mechanism of those desert island castaways.
Even when they had no recollection of when they washed out on a deserted beach, they started marking off the days.
Over time, the experience of individual days becomes liquid.
We need some form of anchor in the stream of perceived time.
If not, we might lose our minds.
This is an extreme example.
But remember the last holiday when you relaxed?
When you forgot about the office.
When you exclaimed: “I completely lost track of which day it is!”
You’ve had positive experiences where time became an illusion.
A week ago, I wrote this on a social media platform.
It’s Sunday. Are you already dreading Monday?
You are moving into a stressful situation associated with the work week. You will
experience this as long as you keep working for a boss.
Acknowledge the reason for stress, and give Mondays a break.
The language you choose can either improve or detract from your physical and mental well-being.
It’s your responsibility to take charge of your language and start choosing words that could improve your experience of life.
Nobody else will do this for you.
Do you hate MONDAY, or are you dreading the outcome of a meeting on Monday?
And remember, an even worse event could take place on Tuesday.
Do you hate Monday, or do you yearn to be in a better office space— Literally?
Fighting an invisible enemy is senseless.
Fighting an ambiguous and undefined enemy is even worse.
Are you angry with Monday because the real “enemy” has never been named?
I won’t attempt to try and convince you to easily eradicate your fear of Mondays.
You can use it as a security blanket if it makes you feel better.
But I prefer to call out the real culprits that steal my joy on a Sunday.
I have names for them.
I choose to define the reason why I’m not looking forward to the new day— instead of blaming the day.
And when you’ve named something, you can start mustering up the courage to walk up to that bully and look him straight in the eyes.
Maybe not tomorrow, or tonight.
But it means you started by choosing the language of strength, and not the recurring fear of a word on a calendar.