Hi there folks,
I wanted to take some time out today to share with you all some inspiration. Over the last few years, I’ve grown to learn more and more about the difference between living and surviving. I know some of you may be reading this and preparing to write this article off as cliché or an already labored point, but hear me out. I’m certain this won’t be a waste of your time.
Happy Monday everyone, and congrats on making it to another workweek. I know as a society, we’ve often gotten accustomed to hating Mondays. We often sigh and complain about Monday being the furthest day from the amazing thing we call the weekend. It’s within our weekly routine to see this first day of the workweek as this unexciting, gloomy, and dreadful 24 hours that puts an abrupt halt to our two days of fun and rest. For some, it has become a habit to think of this day as the bringer of new problems at work with the same people they’ve grown to dislike in the confines of their office or cubicle. I know all about the “Monday blues.” But over the past few years, my outlook of America’s favorite day to hate has changed.