How is it that Monday mornings are invariably a disaster.
Grumpiness, lack of focus, inability to get stuff done effectively,
general disgust with life...
It happens all too often and leads to an anticipation of stress that
transforms itself very quickly into the real thing. Freaking out about
all the things I should have done over the weekend and did not do.
Like a rabbit in the headlight.
Gazing at the bright inimitably ugly grimace of the week ahead, with
the travel and the meetings and the hotels and all the chores that go
with it.
Gazing at the week ahead makes me want to switch off phones and
computers, hide under my desk, forget that I have business to do - and
a business to run.
On Monday morning, there seems to happen some kind of a time warp:
suddenly all the timeframes are infinitely compressed; everything
needs doing at the precise same moment; everyone wants my full
attention now and for the rest of eternity. .
"Getting things done", getting anything done, really, sounds like an
unsurmountable obstacle in this incredibly shrunk time unit they call
a work week.
Not much working right now.
And where are my bloody glasses?
It just all becomes too much.
Time to sit back. Look at myself. Think how ridiculous this is. Write a blogpost. Post the article.
Lighten up. Get on with it. Have a good week and enjoy it.
You, too.
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