Reflections

Mondays

• By fannieb
• February 2, 2015
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Rainy days and Mondays always get me down. In general, I don’t look forward to Mondays. The beginning of a new work week looms and I pray to God for the strength to make it through – today and this new week. I pray in an attempt to replace the dread I feel at being around people I don’t get energy from. In fact, many of my coworkers are like vampires sapping the life blood of my energy. Their failure to notice the twisted logic of their ideas and actions and their seeming satisfaction with the status quo, doing work simply to check the box, is maddening to me. I try to stay steady in my thoughts and emotions. I try to have an even keel about my composure. And lately I am oftentimes successful. But it takes a lot of energy to pull this feat off. I might expend slightly less energy in doing this than if I were to go off on a tirade, but it’s exhausting nonetheless. Exhaustion leads to weariness and irritability which is why I don’t look forward to Mondays, rainy or otherwise.

But yesterday I made the decision to sign up for a creative writing class that meets on Mondays. I hesitated because getting home at 10:30 pm on a work night is tiring. I’m mentally wound up from writing and sharing during the class and it takes my mind some time to get to a state where sleep feels welcome. But I signed up anyway because last year I took the same class and I remember really looking forward to Mondays (well Monday evenings). I was anxious (in a good way) to share what I’d written for class and to see what ideas and creations would issue forth from my pen at the very simple but effective prompts the teacher gave.

I will go to tonight’s class without any preconceived ideas. Maybe I’ll strike gold there or maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll like how and what my classmates write and maybe I won’t. Either way, I’m moving forward in my pursuit of writing.   And if it turns out that these sessions are not panning out for me the way that I had hoped and that a good night’s sleep at the beginning of a work week is more of a priority, I can always stop going (though I hate to quit anything).

Photo Credit: Matthew T. Rader