I don’t know many people who look forward to Monday mornings. Maybe those who’re fortunate enough to have realized their dream job or are retired, but the rest of us? We wrestle ourselves to work using any means available.
I’ve got a few coping mechanisms. Nothing strong enough to numb myself completely, but positive enough to help me put one foot in front of the other.
Coping Mechanism #1 – The warm and fuzzy afterglow of the weekend.
Well, usually, there’s the soft and fuzzy afterglow. Sometimes my family and I cram so many makeup activities in to Saturday and Sunday I find myself looking forward to simply sitting down at work. More often than not though, the peace from simply being with my family for a few days ratchets my stress level down to the tolerable bracket so I can get through at least the first few work days.
Coping Mechanism #2 – Music. Really, really loud wake-me-up-and-get-me-going music.
I ditched local radio years ago in favor of commercial free satellite radio and never looked back–which is ironic considering my degree is in broadcasting and I honed my early professional teeth on local market radio. Kinda makes me feel disloyal…for about three seconds. Octane (the Sirius/XM station, not the hydrocarbon) is my latest favorite, especial Grant Random in the morning. Obscenity isn’t restricted on that station and Grant wields four letter words like a master swordsman. Mix that with the awesome tunes and I’m usually pretty stoked by the time I walk in the office.
Coping Mechanism #3 – Focusing on what I want to be when I grow up.
Yeah, I know I’m in my mid-forties. So what? The minute we start to ignore our dreams, a part of us starts to die. At the rate I’m going, I figure I’ll live to be one hundred.
So, on my Monday drive to work (and Tuesday drive, and Wednesday drive, etc.) I imagine the perfect workday I’m striving to create:
- Get up in the morning.
- Attire choices will consist of:
- Pajamas (If not forced to leave the house.)
- Sweats (If forced to leave the house, but uncaring of who sees me.)
- Jeans and Rock T-shirts (If I’m out to have fun.)
- Get kiddos up, dressed, and on the big, yellow limousine.
- Escape to my office and focus on nothing but those tasks related to writing.
- Get kiddos off the big, yellow limousine.
- Enjoy the rest of the day with my family (and, of course, read).
I have a long way to go to make that dream happen. I figure at least ten books on back list. Number one is coming. (Can’t share details yet, but I hope to soon.) Number two is in the grinder, and numbers three and four are queued up on deck.
Now all I need is energy and to keep the day job happy.
What about you? How do you cope with Monday and getting back into the workweek routine?