Sans Monday Blues, but not for long...
It sure is a different feeling waking up relatively late on a Monday morning.
Knowing that you have the luxury of a leisurely breakfast, with the newspapers and the TV showing those morning magazine programmes for company, amidst the calm morning and the fresh air that never fails to invigorate you.
But also knowing that in less than 10 hours, you will be faced with the same type of depression that will bug you every Monday morning, or even every morning, as you trudge unwillingly out of the comfort of your own bed, out into the day ahead.
Back into the race again.
The race to meet deadlines, to live up to expectations that not only others might have imposed on you, but also those that you, through one way or another, impose on yourself.
All these for what?
Meanwhile, I should perhaps just try to enjoy my day, out of this race, before throwing myself, without any choice, into it again.
Knowing that you have the luxury of a leisurely breakfast, with the newspapers and the TV showing those morning magazine programmes for company, amidst the calm morning and the fresh air that never fails to invigorate you.
But also knowing that in less than 10 hours, you will be faced with the same type of depression that will bug you every Monday morning, or even every morning, as you trudge unwillingly out of the comfort of your own bed, out into the day ahead.
Back into the race again.
The race to meet deadlines, to live up to expectations that not only others might have imposed on you, but also those that you, through one way or another, impose on yourself.
All these for what?
Meanwhile, I should perhaps just try to enjoy my day, out of this race, before throwing myself, without any choice, into it again.
posted by morningcalm @ 11:17 AM
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