A case of the Mondays

I used to get very anxious every Sunday night. Without realizing it–until I left a toxic job–I was dreading the Monday morning meeting. The meeting that often left me feeling insufficient. That I wasn’t doing good enough.

Now I realize something…

Most of us don’t actually hate the day of the week Monday. Monday just exists for us to keep track of the dates. What we don’t like is that we are committed to showing up on Monday morning.

That takes a ton of work to build a life you don’t wake up and dread living. Not everyone is so lucky to have that chance.

Now looking back, it wasn’t an ideal situation and I should have just quit sooner. But the days would have gone better if I would have learned early on that it is far more productive to love what you do rather than do what you love. Because despite our best efforts, we still have to do things we don’t want to do often.

If you have to show up to the Monday morning meeting, you might as well find a way to enjoy it instead.