This Monday morning, I woke up with a groan.
This Monday morning, I was energetic enough to hit the gym and work my arse off for 45 minutes.
This Monday morning, I realised I didn’t feel like going to work. Not one bit.
This Monday morning, I searched the recesses of my brain for an excuse to skip work.
This Monday morning, I told myself to suck it up and head to work.
This Monday, I dragged myself through the day trying hard to listen to clients and work on their mental health with them.
This Monday, I felt overwhelmed with paperwork resulting in not doing much of it at all and just adding more the pile.
This Monday, I questioned my job yet again and realised I am tired of driving almost an hour each way to and from work.
This Monday, I wished for more flexibility in my job.
This Monday, I yearned to write instead of provide therapy and write reports.
This Monday, I realised that I need a better balance sooner rather than later.
This Monday, I had to have a glass of wine to help me take the edge of an overwhelming day.
This Monday, I needed some cuddles to help relax.
This Monday, I figured I’m going to have to seriously look for a job closer to home or at the very least, find something to do with writing while working part-time as a psychologist.
This Monday, I started counting down to Friday.
This Monday wasn’t the best start to the week, but it did end on a high note.
Here’s hoping Tuesday is better.
How was your Monday?
Until next time,