Tell Me Why I Don’t Like Mondays?

Yesterday was a pretty bad day. One of the worst Mondays I’ve had in a while. You’ll not be surprised to hear that I’m not a huge fan of Mondays… given recent posts on what I’d rather be doing. Would it be fair to say that most of us feel the same way?

I know I’m supposed to experience every day to the fullest and not live for the weekend. But when I tell you about my day yesterday maybe you’ll empathise just a little.

I woke up with chronic piercing pain behind my right eye and feeling a bit queasy (migraine, I think). I’d run out of migraine tablets and only had paracetemol to hand ~ which for someone who has been used to taking head pills that could put a horse to sleep, is like taking a couple of peanut M&M’s to deal with the problem. I was also running late (no surprise there!). Thankfully my beloved was working from home so had made me some nice sweet tea and gave me a lift to the station.

By the time I’d got to the office the pain had died down a bit. I logged in to find I’d invited some trouble into my work life, almost unintentionally but not quite. Result of which could be a few weeks of discomfort or no discomfort at all due to me sitting at home on the sofa having lost my job! I wait with baited breath for that outcome!!

Through the course of the afternoon, my beloved and I managed to have a spat by text message ~ poor phone was quivering under the pneumatic power of my index finger. Wasn’t even worth spatting about, I think I’d just had enough for one day.

Last but not least, I left the office bang on time, determined to get the hell out of Dodge and drag my sorry ass home. As I ran onto the platform the train was pulling out and the next one was cancelled. I waited 35 minutes in the cold listening to Michael and his ghouls, praying they would lift me out of my day of hell. Didn’t work, not this time.

My thanks go out to my friend in Mallorca who (unknowingly) got me through some of it with a story about a new Lap Dancing club which has opened on the placa of her sleepy, traditional hillside village!! And to my beloved who drew me a bubble bath when I finally got home, cooked me a lovely dinner and let me go to bed at 9pm to sleep off my sore head. Despite the day from hell, I really do have a lot to be thankful for.


Blog #2

I haven’t written a blog for a short while and this is my 2nd attempt at this one. The first one was all about how I was doing with my positivity and enthusiasm this month. But, I was struggling to think what to say. Well, without repeating from previous posts, anyway. And I suddenly thought, yikes! Have I run out of things to talk about already? After 2 months and only 20 posts am I done?

Now, I’m not known for being short of words (normally at the worst possible times to the exasperation of my friends and family). So, as you can imagine, this has come as quite a shock!

I’m looking back through my notebook. I carry my notebook everywhere and write down little things that I see or hear. Things that just pop into my head. Things I want to know more about and things I want to share. Here’s a few examples;

1. Religion/Spiritualism (both subjects to generally avoid discussing with everyone but those whom you know very, very well!)

2. Nature Vs Nurture

3. Art Deco

4. Queueing

5. What is Success?

6. Airports

Some of these are very big subjects. Some just a little obscure (airports? what on earth could I write about airports?). All quite varied you’ll agree? Come to think of it, I haven’t noted anything down in a while either.

You’ll remember, if you read my posts regularly, that I’m a bit motivationally challenged. Over the years I have collected a fleet of projects and initiatives that I have successfully started but have failed to complete… could blogging be the next shipwreck?

Like most people I’ve been focusing a lot these past couple of weeks on Christmas. And I think it’s clouding my creative mind. Maybe I just have writer’s mist , instead of a full on block. I hope so. I talk to myself all the time (in my head that is – I’m not THAT weird!). And it’s kinda nice to think that there might be a handful of people out there who are actually listening…