Mondays are always slow

The antidote to rise and grind

Every Monday, I wake with the best of intentions — I’ll get up early, squeeze in a workout first thing, then tackle my to-do list and get a bunch of shit done.

Every Monday, I disappoint myself.

I linger in bed long after my alarm goes off. I press against my husband, savor the weight of my cat sleeping at my feet.

I sip my morning coffee slowly. I read too much news, so I go outside and wander through our yard instead.

Later than planned, I head into my office to get organized. I write down a few things, send some emails, try to wrap my brain around what needs to happen today. My to-do list feels ungraspable. Tasks slip through my fingers like water.

Monday morning vibes

Lunch comes and goes. That email I still need to send? That 15 minutes I promised myself I’d spend editing? Mmmm, nah… there’s still plenty of time.

Ooh, a bird is using our new bird bath! I better get a photo.

“When are we going to work out?” my husband asks. Oh yeah, we’d better do that. I can still do some work after, and I’ll be even more focused and energized.

Mail’s here! That reminds me, I need to process that return. Where’s the email with my order number again?

And just like that, Monday’s over.

I never get as much done as I’d hoped. The day flies by faster than expected. It happens so often I have a mantra now:

Mondays are always slow.

I’m trying to shed the guilt and self-blame I feel about this. I’m trying to embrace my slow Mondays for what they are — a necessary part of my weekly rhythm. I’ve always worked like this. I will probably always work like this. And that’s okay.

The work that needs to get done will still get done. My unfinished tasks will still be there tomorrow. The world won’t fall apart because I take it slow on Mondays.

What assumptions are you holding about Mondays and how they “should” be? Would you like to release them with me?

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