What is the dread for Mondays? The weekend is often a diversion from those routines that society has placed upon us, even without the hangover. It’s a slumber state so to speak, from which we wake up into Monday. The need to begin the day with a certain poise, pursue goals, concentrate our emotions (and with measure of uncertainty) makes Mondays hectic and undesirable.
Today has been one of those days. It started not at midnight as I have always considered the beginning of the day at waking up. The haste in my steps alluded to the knowledge that I had hoped to cover much ground: new clients at work assembled from the weekend, the traffic office, a much needed second opinion from not only one colleague, queuing at the office of the commissioner of oaths, on and on. I even skipped a much appreciated home-made lunch ( 3 winks to the wife)!
As I ticked off my “to do” list today, I remembered a conversation I once had with a relative on the virtue of being busy. My conclusion was that the busy life is a blessed life, as being busy infers that one is able to express an enablement. Busy in this context is a preoccupation with that which is positive and productive. When we are thus busy, we are maximized, negativity is ignored, we naturally achieve more and rest is meaningful. Busyness beget busyness and the cycle stretches us to the point when rest serves a purpose.
If every Monday is like the one I have had, then it ought to be desirable. The fear of Mondays is an anticipatory emotion. As we get lost into its demand, that emotion is relegated, swallowed up in the glee of every feat achieved during the course of the day.
Post note: Busy days ought not to be called "long days". When we are busy, we wait less on time, the day practically flies past and 24 hours seems a short time.
