Yet another Monday has turned up in the diary, interupting those relaxing couple of days off I was having and dragging me back into the office to get on with the thesis. Like many others, I cursed my alarm this morning and begrudgingly got out of bed and ready for the office. But are Mondays really all that bad?
I'd have to say no.
Without the structure of a working week, which happens to kick off with Monday, there would be no real sense of when I should really be doing some work. I wouldn't have that guilty feeling that I should be at my desk, and there would be one more hurdle for my motivation to overcome. Monday's are also a nice reminder that I'm not the only one working and crucially, there are times in my week when it's ok to not be working. I can close the documents, turn off the computer, and walk away from the desk and think about something else altogether during out of office hours and when the working week is over. Just, nobody tell my supervisor!!
As the months tick by, the concept of a working-week will become alien to me through sheer necessity and in its place will be an ugly, 24/7, caffeine fuelled marathon to the submission deadline. This is going to be awful and I'm scared of it already.
But until then, I think it's nice to feel the same dread towards a Monday morning like the rest of the world, a sense of normality. Besides, where would that Friday Feeling be without a Moody Monday to balance it out?
Ciao for now!
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