I know love is a strong word. It is fairer to say I have learned to face Monday with less dread. The thing is, I feel like “I love Monday” has a nicer sound than “I face Monday without dread.”
I used to hate Mondays. My alarm clock was an assault that rocked my senses. It didn’t matter what job I had, I hated Monday. I felt that the weekend was my real life and that having to go back to work interfered with my ability to live and just be.
I used to dread the routine and sameness of a steady job so much that I would often look for a new one to hate.
Lately, Mondays have been absent from the feelings of stress and anxiety. My job has not changed, so the change was internal, and I appreciate it.
If I reflect on it, like I am doing now, I know that I know more now because somewhere along the line I realized three things that make it easier for me to get through Monday.
1. Focusing on work
It used to be that just being at work was such so excruciating. My workdays, especially in the mornings, felt like they lasted a hundred years.
I would watch the time on my computer screen or telephone. Whenever I checked the time that only five minutes or fewer had gone by.
One day I was so frustrated with the slow passage of time, I decided in anger I would focus on my work tasks. The next time I looked at the clock it was the time I returned from my lunch break. That day when I returned from lunch I had two-and-a-half hours left in the day instead of the usual three and a half!
Now when I go to work, I focus on what I have to do at work. I also make sure that before I leave each evening, I have the beginning of a list of tasks for the next day. This way I know for sure I will have a work-related task to focus on the following day as soon as I arrive.
2. No one cares about my “problems”
Because I hated being at work so much I gravitated towards other people who did too. One day I was with my normal crew of complainers and it was my turn to listen rather than speak. The complainer whose turn it was to speak was complaining about the fact that someone sat next to them on the train that morning. The train, as in public transportation, meaning not a personal private mode of transportation. At that moment I realized that this was not a conversation I wanted to be a part of again.
Everyone has problems and everyone has bad days and since all of us have to commute to get to work, we are all guaranteed to have interesting or annoying times as we journey into the office. That day I asked myself, “do I want to be that person who always has a complaint instead of focusing on the reason we are all here in this building together, which is work?” My answer was no. I do not. And so I do my best to not complain, sigh or have interactions like that with my workmates.
I think back to my first job. Back then I was a teen who wanted a job because I wanted to earn money. Remembering that allows me to be appreciative that I can work and earn money for myself.
I do not know when it happened but one day I realized that there is no rule I have to love my job every moment of every day. But I have learned to find gratitude for my job. I still have the desire to live a fulfilled life, however, I now realize that my job does not stand in the way of my fulfillment. Having a job allows me to give myself access to fulfilling experiences.
Besides, after getting through Monday, we are one day closer to the weekend!!!
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