Yet Another Manic Monday

This week, I will turn 38 years old. This past weekend, I decided to celebrate my birthday with a party. Why? Why not? Too much of my life in the past year involved going and going with not much enjoying. So a break was in order.

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The crew.

It was a great break.  Friday, I went to EPCOT with my Mom and Aunt.  It was a lazy day, a wonderful day, with two wonderful whom I love more than life itself.  My aunt and my Mom met in college over fifty years ago.  Aunt Joanie may not be my blood aunt but she has loved me from the moment I stepped foot on this earth.  We ate and chatted and just had a good time.  It was well worth taking the day off work and playing hooky as my boyfriend calls it. Saturday was the birthday party and my house was filled with family and friends as well as music thanks to Mr. Kevin aka the Professor.  He gave me a nifty gadget to record my poetry and other story ideas. Sunday was restful and a trip to the beach.  My feet ended up in the ocean.  Something that I love to do whenever I get near the ocean. I felt great right up until I woke up this morning.

Today, I took off job number one, but failed to take off job number two.  Thus, it really was another manic Monday that I wished was a Sunday.  Even if it did begin at 5:30.  Nap time wasn’t productive. I wasn’t productive knowing that I had to go to work. I wander through this day and made no headway on the to-do list or cleaning up the house after a party. (And to be fair, to my guests, there wasn’t much cleaning up that needed to be done, just putting things back in their pre-party places.) Mostly, I just wasted time which lead directly into my mini manic Monday.  I did it to myself. I failed to plan and ended up driving myself  crazy, which isn’t hard to do since my main profession in teaching.

My only regret is not taking the whole day off. Take time for yourselves and don’t cut yourself short.  Take the whole day off  celebrate yourself even if it isn’t your birthday.

Mondays Ain’t So Bad

Mondays just like mornings have the power to change your life.

Really they do.

You just have to be open to it and like the new Brittany Spears song says you have to “Work Bitch.”

Yes, I listened to a whole Brittany Spears song.  If you must know, I do like some pop music and have recently begun listening to stations other than my local NPR station.  Everyone is capable of change even English teachers.

To get to that wonderful world of change, you have to work for it.

And you have to work for it.

And work for it and keep working for it.

And then you have to realize that working hard isn’t everything.

That the stories we were told as children that hard work and determination would help us achieve our dreams were lies.

You can be the most determined person on the planet and that still won’t get you where you want to be unless you are prepared to change the way you think and break a few rules.

Think about Monday and all of the expectations that go along with it.  All of your preconceived expectations of what a Monday is going to be like.

Did any of them make you groan this morning as you woke up? Are you groaning now?

Think about who made the rules about Mondays. Who told you that they were evil or the indicators of whether a week is going to be bad or good? Who told you the rules to the game?

Work hard and change how you think and then change the rules of the game.

This English teacher did…

And so will I….

 

Manic Monday Moody Monday

 

Every Monday brings its challenges. It is engrained in our culture this belief that Mondays are going to be tough days. Mondays are the days that we must bear with in order to survive the work week, but what if we don’t want to just survive… what if we want to thrive..

I love my job.  I really do and as much as would love to be able to write full time I am not sure how I would really be living without my students. They are the fuel for my inspiration.  Everyday that I walk into work I have the opportunity to make the world a better place.  You may not be a teacher, but you have the same power.

Change the way you think of Mondays, of going to work.  See it has something more than a duty. See it as a choice.

Then you have the power. You have the power to make over your world.

It may sound hokey, but it works.  The world is filled with so much apathy.  I better being hokey than giving into a world view where it is okay to give up on dreaming, give up on trying and just live for nothing but oneself.  My students ask me if they didn’t make the mess, why do they have to clean it up.

The answer is less philosophical than they would like believe, because if we don’t clean up the messes regardless of who made them things just get worse.  So I choose to make my day and world a little brighter, hoping that by doing so someone else will see that it can be done.