Monday morning? Naw…
*loud groans that sound throughout the house.*
You’ve just woken up and the blankets and the bed look too welcoming to just leave behind. And then, your eyes fall on the calendar, or maybe it’s the top of your phone screen because people rarely look at calendars anymore.
And then you realize that it’s a Monday.
Woohoo—noooo.
You fall back onto the bed with a whine.
No matter how exciting I try to make it sound, it just hasn’t got the vibe. Mondays just…aren’t made for that bubbly, excited-for-the-week-ahead kind of thing.
Those are reserved for Fridays…
(Cue upbeat music.)
Imagine it’s a Friday.
The blanket looks nice today too as it does every day, but it looks extra inviting this morning; and as you are getting up, you are promising your bed that the weekend is close. In fact, tomorrow is Saturday. You’ll stay up late today, watching a movie on Netflix and you’ll get up late tomorrow morning and have breakfast in bed.
It feels like such a perfect life.
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| Get up from bed, no matter if it is a Monday or a Friday. |
Fun fact: It isn’t.
Do you know the price you unknowingly paid to get this Friday–Saturday night and Sunday morning routine?
The cost of it no one told you about? Yeah?
This cost in not measured in dollars or any other currency of the world. This cost is measured in the form of time, as it should be, in the most expensive and risky currency of the world to trade in.
Let’s see how.
Rewind five days of this week.
Monday morning.
Urgghhh. You don’t like it but you know that you have to get up because the week has to begin, and it can only be done through the acceptance of this day.
Tuesday morning.
You try to get yourself in the routine and it’s really exhausting but you succeed nonetheless. Always. You’re a little unwilling to get into this week completely especially since just two days ago you were sunbathing on the beach. Today you’re running late and the car’s not starting, and there, you’ve missed the bus.
Wednesday.
God, where is Friday? Aww, man, still two days to go.
Thursday.
Yay, it’s there, yay. Just twenty four more hours to go, and I’ll try to get done with all the work today so I don’t have to do anything tomorrow.
And you’re eager to get the day over with.
Friday, at last, has joined the party.
*sigh of relief*
You get out of bed quickly and smile at the messy bedcovers and your pillows cobwebbed with hairfall. Not a pretty sight but its too cozy. You rush into the bathroom to freshen up because you know its going to be a long day ahead and you are going to perform your best. You’ll be rewarded with a glorious weekend.
Now do you notice this predetermined and preconceived perception in your outlook on these five days of the week?
How Monday–Thursday you’re eager to get the day over with except when it’s a holiday or your birthday or you’re doing something you like. But if you’re working and you are one of those mood-depends-on-situation-and-suroundings people, then you don’t like this Monday to Thursday routine.
You are waiting for the day to be over so you can go back to sweet sleep.
The thing is, we shouldn’t be this eager to get the day over with when the day hasn’t even started yet. That just isn’t done.
Don’t judge a book by its cover.
Don’t judge a day by its name.
Who knows, you might witness a miracle right in front of your eyes on Monday or Tuesday. Who knows, (God forbid) you might get a headache on Saturday night with might squander your movie binge plans.
The thing is, you never know.
Then why are you so stubborn enough to keep predicting and keep judging how the day is going to turn out to be?
Stop this instantly.
Tell yourself every day: I don’t care if it’s a Friday or a Monday. I don’t care if tomorrow is a Saturday or just a plain boring Tuesday. I’m just going to do it moment to moment, I’m going to live moment to moment. I’m going to go all-in freestyle in life with no pre-learned pattern and I’m going to see what happens.
What is the surprise in life if you’ve mastered it all from before?
Life is supposed to leave you breathless after its done. Literally.
It makes you feel just the exact same as you feel after a roller-coaster ride—breathless and in tears because of laughing so hard even when there’s nothing funny to laugh about in the first place. At the end of life, you’ll laugh at the irony too.
Think how a rollercoaster is a thrilling ride. Life is too. It’s full of thrill and chill and emotion.
Be unprepared so life can surprise you. Be in love so that you can feel other’s emotions at a level you couldn’t before. Be childish and youthful, no matter what your age or the people around you tell you. Children have a special and direct connection to the magical and supreme powers of the universe. Appreciate the beauty of life. Experience pain too, because it reminds you that you are just a little, cute, destructive human being in this whole, wide world and there’s so much more to you than you have an idea of. Take care of yourself because your body is the only thing that belongs to you in the end—the only treasure you had with yourself when you were born and the only treasure you’ll have with yourself when you die. Put your mental health above other’s expectations and opinions regarding yourself.
Stay healthy, both physically and mentally.
Don’t stay in the I’m-going-to-be-happy-when-I-get-this-or-that mindset. Love yourself, love everyone, love your life, and yeah, love every day of the week.
