Don’t Infect Me With Your Blue Monday





I see a ship in the harbor
I can and shall obey
But if it wasn’t for your misfortunes
I’d be a heavenly person today

It could be another Manic Monday, but it need not be.   Wednesdays tend to be bluer and more depressing as you come to realize you are only halfway through the workweek and have a ton of work left to do before you can do that Friday clock-out. Monday’s should be a constant jubilee. Its a beginning, a start. What is there to not like about that?  There is still hope that things can get done. By Wednesday, you realize that things may not get done.

Mondays are the start of the work week which offer new beginnings 52 times a year!”

–David Dweck

As a kid I looked forward to Mondays, well for a bit. I hated Sundays. Just hated Sundays. I was bored by television and radio. My mom tried to make things better for me by having me perform shows on a Sunday. It was the beginning of my being a diva with a microphone. That was good. I look at those days now fondly with the passing of my mom. However, Sundays were still brutal for me.

I hated seeing all the kids outside on the street that would stare at me as if I were a freak. well, in all fairness I was a freak to them. I studied hard and was labeled gifted. I was a nerd in a hard-knocks street where kids hung out in the streets labeling everyone who came and went. Mondays represented a reprieve to me. I got to go to school where I could find a few similar others.  Isn’t that work is about as well? Sure, a workplace is a bunch of strangers coming together for a shared purpose -that of getting paid. At times, you do develop a shared higher purpose and camaraderie. Monday’s were good to me growing up. As a school-kid there were, at times, pop quizzes on a Monday and I almost always rocked those. That gave me an extra pep in my step. For a nerd with a good group of friends, Mondays were good. Now if you were a nerd and had no friends, I can see how Mondays would be insufferable. It is all relative.

As an adult, I admittedly have a love-hate relationship with Monday. When I loved my job, Mondays were great. When I had a stupid boss, angry employees or a make-or-break million dollar grant due, I hated Mondays. However, my love affair with new York, back when I lived there, got me through the Monday blues. Something about the frenetic energy and intense gaits of all those speedily walking gave my body the equivalent of a Red Bull jolt. Now that I live in Los Angeles I have yet to master the Monday beat. LA is its own animal whose rhythm I will have to better gauge, learn and internalize.  In that sense, Monday definitely presents as a whole new set of possibilities. I just don’t know what to expect. This is good. We need a bit of mystery and wonder in our lives. That sense of wonder should not just exists in our childhood. And now that I am the big boss, where the buck most definitely stops with me, I have no stupid boss to dread seeing on a Monday morning. I love my new boss-as that is me. No self-loathing here and thus Mondays are good.

Sometimes I do feel like a doggie out to mark my territory even if it is a cactus and that sense drives me. We have to, at times, engage with the world with no fear. Leave the Monday blues behind and stay clear of those that try to place their Monday blues on your shoulder. Just walk away from those blue Monday zombies and enjoy a scrumptious and purple-flower pretty lemon tart with meringue pie. I know I will. Yum! Monday is good.


3 replies »

  1. I don’t have a 9 to 5 job that I have to be at on Mondays, so I don’t hate Mondays. But Mondays do have a bad rep . . . people just hate them . . . which I think makes them “bad”. It would be nice if the weekends were three days. A day to rest, a day to play, and day to get stuff done. Oh well. Good for you for liking Mondays and for not letting others get their blue all over you!


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