At Psycentral.wordpress.com Dr. Gary Wood did a nice piece in January about our perception of Monday and the Monday Morning Blues and gives us a few ideas about changing it.
It’s not just Mondays that are affected by perception of course, it is very single itsy bitsy thing in our lives including ourselves. I like to play around with thoughts of what is real and what is reality anyway, but today the thought is about Mondays because I find it just plain fascinating.
All through my career my love of Mondays was sort of an optimistic hangover from Friday afternoons? See? I wasn’t too crazy about Friday mornings as those were reality mornings when the reality was…hmm, I may be losing you here. Let me try to explain from the beginning, if in fact a circle can have a beginning. (Of course it does, because we perceive it to) Oh! Unless you perceive it to not have a beginning, which makes me wonder if that is more a negative perception? But is there really such a thing as a negative perception or just a different one? Difference does not have to be negative or positive does it? It just can be. I think.
Back to my point. Mondays I started the week with goals for the week ahead. I loved that feeling of having direction and it gave me some sense of security. And hope. And optimism. It was wonderful. Friday mornings alas, I had to review what I achieved and what I did not and at times felt somewhat down (never severe enough to be called disheartened). But oh joy when Friday afternoon I took my favorite hour of the day to set goals for the next week, building on my achievements of the previous week. It was a great time to review and plan and felt darn good. So when everyone else left on a Friday afternoon with a big smile on their faces because it was the weekend, I too left happy to enjoy a couple of days before I could start my well planned week!
I have missed that since retiring but I have an immense satisfaction that when Monday morning rolls around I am there to teach my grandson to look forward to his day and his week. I ask him, “Gee, I wonder what new things you will learn this week?” And as I watch him cross the school yard weaving a wobbly adventurous path as only eight year olds can do, I notice the spring in his step and my heart does its own little song and dance of joy.