Mondays – Love ’em or hate ’em, they’re here to stay
I’ve found that on weekends I start my morning slowly, a little stretching, a cup of tea, a bath, maybe a bit of writing or sketching. I especially like it when the darling and the two-cat mafia continue snoozing as I quietly slip out of bed and have the apartment to myself.
But weekdays are a different animal altogether. There’s too much rushing, too many last-minute things and “$%^&! I forgot to…” moments.
Mondays are already low on my list of favourite days, but all that unnecessary stress just makes the nausea level go sky-high.
.. and really, who needs that?
So, since my current morning habits are tinging my days with sallow and uneasy tones, setting the foundation for days that feel off-kilter & unsatisfactory, I figure it’s time to change them. The starting off point? Getting up a half hour earlier. Might take enormous discipline (something I’m not good at, even when fully awake) but it’s something I’m willing to work up to.
Consider this a Monday morning musing in Vancouver.