While most people have begrudgingly crawled out of bed and are dragging themselves against their will into the new work week filled with dread, I am secretly happy.
Yes I have a confession to make.
I love Monday’s.
There aren’t too many meme’s for those of us that do. I feel like I have to keep it on the QT. Work colleagues be like Urggggg so I pretend and go …
“Ja… yoh Monday’s hey”
But not any more. I have immersed myself in enough self development content to know that visualisation is based on science and that if you think you are going to have a kak week and that Monday’s are where the kak begins, then it will be so and your brain will find evidence to support that theory. In fact, your brain cannot tell the difference between a negative past experience and negative thoughts. Your brain experiences them both the same way.
Just chew on that for a moment.
The shitty Wednesday you had last week and your thoughts that this week is going to be much of the same even though it hasn’t actually happened yet, doesn’t make a difference to how your brain interprets it. (I would insert a reference point here but there are too many to rattle off. Tony Robbins, Mel Robbins, NLP etc etc. Google it. )
I have another confession to make. I love mornings. Yup. I said it. Out loud.
Now I know my Mom is choking on her coffee or apple slice or a handful of home roasted nuts. Or most likely that sneaky piece of chocolate she was hoping to have while no one was looking. I was NEVER a morning person. I’d calculate the absolute latest time I needed to wake up to get the maximum sleep and still get to school or work on time.
But people change. Or more accurately kids changed me when I realised that waking at the crack of dawn gave me my only sliver of hope of having a meal without indigestion and a cup of tea I hadn’t warmed up 4 times.
Morning and Monday’s both give me the opportunities to start fresh and to make little changes and improvements. I’m not talking about big life changing events. Just little tweaks. Refinement if you will. They both give me possibilities. If the previous day didn’t go as smoothly as I’d hoped, I’d evaluate it, make some tweaks and in the morning I get to give it another go.
As you know I’m focusing on getting my mornings right and although my plans seem rather ambitious, and no I haven’t #nailedit, but … BUT I am making progress. I am listening to podcasts. Not always in the morning- more like in the car. I am watching interesting TED Talks. I am meditating – also not quite every day – and I am having hot water with a slice of lemon (ok that I’ve definitely nailed). I might not be getting to all of it in the order I envisioned and I’ve noticed I need to change a few things or make some seemingly minor adjustments like where I sit in the lounge, what I do first and that is also ok. I’m not looking at it as failure. I’m looking at it as figuring out what is not working in order to find out what does work. The point here is that I am not trying. I am DOING. Trying implies that I’m going to think about making an attempt. Doing means I am getting up and doing the things I said I would do.
The same applies to Monday’s. A new week to have a better week than the week before. Answer calls like I am happy to hear from work colleagues. Reply to emails like I am having a conversation with them in person and it’s not the 112th email of the day with the same query. Carving time out for me. Quality time for the kids. Phoning a friend. Working on my goals. Working on my side hussle – my writing – my self development- my creativity. I have a half painted dressing table turned desk as I ran out paint but that’s ok. I am half way through my new book. That is also ok. I am doing things. I always say that I am a work in progress.
And while I’m on the topic of confessions, I confess that I “borrowed” a school peak from the lost property box with another kids name on it as I didn’t have time to get Aiden another one for his first cricket match! (he lost his first one). I did replace it this week after I got sorted. Promise. Thank you Swartz family for lending it to us.
I also confess I pack the same sarmie all week in Aiden’s lunch box ( affectionately known as the floating sarmie) as I know he doesn’t eat it or even open it but if anyone looks in his lunch box then it looks like I am feeding my child.
I confess to a shameful swipe or two at the gym as I just needed 100 points to reach my goal and didn’t have time for a workout.
I confess that I found the entire Suburb’s ant colony in my butter dish, with a full brick of butter and instead of tossing it, I stuck the whole thing in the freezer and then just scraped the ants off once frozen. Firstly the cold would have killed off any germs and most importantly … butter is f&£! Expensive. I wasn’t going to throw that away.
And I confess that when I should be reading my book or writing, I am playing Two Dots … obsessively! Level 412.
Here’s to Monday’s and mornings perfectly sorted.
Monday’s, perfectly sorted.