Ah, Monday. That day of the week that creeps in like a clogged toilet you hoped would magically fix itself overnight.

Every week, without fail, Monday rears its grimy head and reminds you:  The pipes are jammed. Again.
Not just the ones in the kitchen sink but the ones in your brain, your inbox, and your soul.

Let’s be clear: I’m not talking about an actual plumber (although let’s be honest, half of us probably need one because why wouldn’t the dishwasher leak on a Monday?). No, I’m talking about the life plumber. The spiritual roto-rooter. The emotional drain snake. The metaphorical Drano, you need to pour all over your Monday existence to get the gunk moving again.

Because by the time Monday hits, you’ve got buildup.

Emotional hairballs from last week’s crises.
Emails fermented over the weekend into passive-aggressive soup.
Projects that should’ve launched but instead sat like forgotten leftovers in the back of your mental fridge.
And, let’s not even talk about that meeting invite titled “Quick Check-in” that will absolutely not be quick and absolutely will raise your blood pressure.

Mondays are less about fresh starts and more about emergency cleanups. You walk into the week not with a spring in your step but with a metaphorical plunger in your hand and a prayer in your heart.

Someone’s gotta clear the emotional sewage before it floods the whole operation.

And, sometimes that someone is you.
And, sometimes it’s that one co-worker who always brings order to chaos with a color-coded spreadsheet and the voice of a Buddhist monk.
And sometimes it’s coffee. Strong coffee. With espresso. And maybe whiskey.

But the truth is, Mondays are universal reminders that stuff gets backed up. That life, like plumbing, is gross, unpredictable, and entirely dependent on flow. And,  when the flow stops? Well, welcome to the mess.

So yes, I greet Mondays with a toolbelt, a shot of sarcasm, and the deep knowledge that whatever feels blocked, be it my inbox, my creativity, or my ability to tolerate nonsense, will eventually clear.

(Probably around Thursday)

Until then, I’m just here with my metaphorical plunger, scooping gunk, unclogging vibes, and making way for something to move.

So cheers to all the week’s plumbers, figurative and literal. May your wrenches be strong and your Monday sewage shallow.