Moody Mondays
My unadulterated feelings about the worst day of the week
Mondays just kill me. The second the light cracks through the window I feel doom and despair slowly seeping over my body. I am not a morning person. Never have been. Sometimes I think I could be? Should be? I could try and make myself a morning person? Would I enjoy it later? Ehh. Nah. Maybe someday.
I look at the clock, knowing that will only worsen my ever growing bad mood. 7:08 am. Ugh. Only thirty more minutes till it goes off. I stumble to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Yikes. How did my hair get this gross? My cat won’t shut up. Ever since we moved, he meows constantly to go outside. I let him sometimes. He’s a fatty and needs the adventures. It comes with a price though, he meows annoyingly early to delight in his new found freedom. My closet — is huge. Too many choices in there. You would think that’s a luxury but on a Monday morning, it’s just an annoyance. I can’t think. I am half alive still. The smallest decision feels like a Trigonometry problem. I don’t want to go to work. I never do. I try and force my attitude to change.
It could be worse. It could always be worse. I am a barista. It’s not hard work. I actually enjoy making the drinks and meeting new people. I prefer this work over things I’ve done in the past. Office work, in my opinion, is the worst kind of work a person could do. Faxing. Filing. Phone calls with impatient and rude customers. I don’t know how I did it for two years.
At least now, I have free coffee! The good stuff too. Lattes and espresso drinks. Yum. Yes, it could be much worse.
What would I do if I could do anything and get paid for it? Write and travel. I know without a doubt. I will continue to write. To pour out my heart and my honesty for others, in hopes that one day, I can make a living off this love of mine. Success looks a lot like consistency. You’ve heard that before. So have I, and it’s true. To write, even when you don’t feel like it, is success. A bunch of tiny little successes can and will add up to a big one. I am banking on it.
What can I do when I’m feeling uninspired? I hate my blah feelings. They usually hit me when I’m depressed or feeling anxious. I haven’t yet figured out where to derive my inspiration from when I get like that, but I will put that on my mind and figure it out.
Monday. Here you are. I’ll make the best of you. I will choose to be positive. I can look at this coffee cup as half full and not half empty. I can! I can!
