One of my greatest pet peeves is when people answer how they are with what day of the week it is.
“How are you?”
“Well, it’s Monday.”
I find this emotionally lazy. It’s not the day that’s the problem. You don’t hate Monday’s when you’re on vacation. It’s more about that fact that you had to wake up early after two days of sleeping in and commute to a job that you don’t love and then commute back home. And somehow you’ll manage to convince yourself that what you’re feeling will decrease by 20% each day so that by the time you reach the end of the week that “We’ll, it’s Friday” will mean something positive.
I believe in the power of negative thinking. If you keep telling yourself that Monday’s suck then they will. You will always have that negative connotation but you’re not addressing the reason for it.
I really didn’t want to get out of bed at 5:00 am this morning. I prefer not wearing dress shoes the majority of the time. I would rather be outdoors than sitting in an office. But I think today is going to be a pretty good one.
Or I could be wrong and it’ll suck.