It’s Monday. And it’s my birthday.
I really don’t like Mondays. I avoid them like the plague. But you can’t escape them. They’re on the calendar.
In fact, I was born this date –on a Monday! Perhaps this is why I have such a hard time with biorhythms on this day. I remember struggling to enter the world. (I know this sounds self absorbed, considering it was really my mother who did all the struggling.)
This morning was no exception to bad vibes. I had a real difficult time getting started.
I felt bad physically and emotionally. It could be the new meds I am adjusting to. Or it could just be Monday.
The Mamas and the Papas sang a song in which they had high hopes on a Monday. In the end, they ended up hating that day:
Monday Monday, so good to me,
Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn’t guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here with me.
“Monday Monday, can’t trust that day,
Monday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be
Oh Monday Monday, how could you leave and not take me.”
Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin’ all of the time.”
Actually, now that it’s past noon Monday doesn’t look so bad. I’ve had two cups of coffee, done some writing, which I love. And I have a little celebration with my family tonight.
But oh……, how hard it is to get started on a Monday.