This showed up as a memory on my facebook feed this morning:
“It’s never a good sign when a dying patient says you look tired and the next day a 95 year old man with Liberace hair and a tan tells you the same thing.”
Eight years later and I’m still tired. Mind you, back in those days, I used to gulp down two cups of coffee before leaving the house. I’ve since reduced it to one cup, mainly because the second cup was never a mindful one and I was working on mindfulness back then,
My fashion sense is definitely tired. And my hairstyle.
Like most people, I hate that Monday feeling. Not crazy about the Sunday before Monday feeling either. And when I have a Monday off I get that Sunday before Monday feeling for two days before it’s Tuesday but feels like Monday rolls around.
I think I need to practice a little gratitude today, and put on a happy “yay, it’s Friday” face.
How do you cope with Mondays? One cup or two before leaving the house?