It's Monday again and we all woke up bright and early without knowing it was a school holiday over here.
Guys, this is real life for a work at home mom. We don't really know what day it is and don't really have 'holidays' or 'weekends'. Everything's kind of jumbled up together in one giant puddle of something we call life.
Shit just needs to get done all the time and there are very few breaks. If there are breaks, we slide it into our already-packed schedule, somewhere between invoicing client and doing the laundry.
How we survive and make it, I don't know.
Anyway, it's Monday again and here's something VERY relevant I want to share. Why, oh, why do we hate Monday so?
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“Happiness is enjoying the moment for what it is, not what it could be or should be.” ~Unknown
Many of us have been there…
The alarm goes off. In anger, we strike the wretched machine in hopes of getting a few more precious minutes of beauty sleep.
It’s Monday again. The weekend is over and it will be another five days—120 hours, 7,200 minutes, 432,000 seconds—until we throw up our hands again in triumph and say, “Thank goodness it’s Friday!”
We’ve often committed ourselves to the lie that Monday must be terrible. In the U.S., the very idea of hating Mondays is ingrained in our pop culture.
Be it the comic cat Garfield with a disgruntled look upon his drooping whiskers lamenting over Monday’s arrival, or the nineties movie Office Space with its well known line “Somebody’s got a case of the Mondays,” there’s a prevailing notion that we must dread this day.
But this post isn’t about promoting the greatness of Monday, or promoting Monday as the new Friday. This post is about our craving for insular moments of fun.
We view weekdays, moments that we have to wait in line, time spent commuting or working, and other seemingly mundane experiences as unbearably wretched.
We believe that we must endure these moments to seek out a bit of fun. It is my belief that this craving may be causing us harm. That it’s causing us to disengage from the world before us, and it may even prevent us from being happy.
You can continue reading the post here on TinyBuddha.
Have an awesome Monday, folks!
Keep strong and believing in the best,
Love,
Marsha
Guys, this is real life for a work at home mom. We don't really know what day it is and don't really have 'holidays' or 'weekends'. Everything's kind of jumbled up together in one giant puddle of something we call life.
Shit just needs to get done all the time and there are very few breaks. If there are breaks, we slide it into our already-packed schedule, somewhere between invoicing client and doing the laundry.
How we survive and make it, I don't know.
Anyway, it's Monday again and here's something VERY relevant I want to share. Why, oh, why do we hate Monday so?
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Engaging in the Moment Instead of Wanting to Be Somewhere Else
By Travis“Happiness is enjoying the moment for what it is, not what it could be or should be.” ~Unknown
Many of us have been there…
The alarm goes off. In anger, we strike the wretched machine in hopes of getting a few more precious minutes of beauty sleep.
It’s Monday again. The weekend is over and it will be another five days—120 hours, 7,200 minutes, 432,000 seconds—until we throw up our hands again in triumph and say, “Thank goodness it’s Friday!”
We’ve often committed ourselves to the lie that Monday must be terrible. In the U.S., the very idea of hating Mondays is ingrained in our pop culture.
Be it the comic cat Garfield with a disgruntled look upon his drooping whiskers lamenting over Monday’s arrival, or the nineties movie Office Space with its well known line “Somebody’s got a case of the Mondays,” there’s a prevailing notion that we must dread this day.
But this post isn’t about promoting the greatness of Monday, or promoting Monday as the new Friday. This post is about our craving for insular moments of fun.
We view weekdays, moments that we have to wait in line, time spent commuting or working, and other seemingly mundane experiences as unbearably wretched.
We believe that we must endure these moments to seek out a bit of fun. It is my belief that this craving may be causing us harm. That it’s causing us to disengage from the world before us, and it may even prevent us from being happy.
You can continue reading the post here on TinyBuddha.
Have an awesome Monday, folks!
Keep strong and believing in the best,
Love,
Marsha
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