Happy Monday folks? How are you? Excited by the fact that it is a brand new week? No? Feeling like ‘Oh God, it is Monday again?’
Yeah I get that, but stay with me, we can fight the Monday blues together!
As you all know, a little too well, I have been distracting myself lately and have been more than a little disillusioned with the dream. It would all get a bit much if I didn’t know that I was in good company with my quarter life crisis!
But in the spirit of starting the week as you mean to go on, and believing in the strength of a positive mental attitude this week I am point blank refusing to underestimate my own ability to change things.
But before I talk about Monday I need to tell you about Friday.
Last week I was in all honesty, a big ball of restless threads and I was threatening to unravel. Other than this blog, things just didn’t feel like they were right. It felt like I had been stuck for too long, I was getting rusty, I was on the precipice of sinking into full-time-waitress-quick-sand. Of course, if I wanted to be a waitress that would be fine (and as much as I moan about it, if the theatre thing doesn’t work out, I do kinda love hospitality) but the point is I don’t want to be a waitress. And on Friday with a whole day at work stretching in front of me, this feeling was overwhelming. So overwhelming that when I realised I had got my hours mixed up and had arrived half an hour early it was just a bit too much, and the tears came.
But it was good, I needed it. There is nothing I hate more than crying in front of some one, especially when it becomes very apparent that actually the tears, and me, were being more than just a little bit silly.
So I shook myself off,got my thinking cap on, and didn’t take it off. Throughout my morning shift I was quickly jotting things down on a piece of paper behind the bar. Things that I needed to change, people I should email, leads I should follow. I reorganised my life, and by the time break came I was ready to go, sending off email after email, and chasing opportunities. And even though I still felt a little frustrated by the whole waiting game it was nothing a pot of tea and a toasted tea cake couldn’t sooth.
This week I am holding on to that. Holding on to the fact that you can turn things around, that all it takes is a little effort and that if that effort feels like a little too much right now, then have a cry, a tea and a munch and give yourself a time out, because chances are subconsciously, that beautiful brain of yours is working on a plan!
How is that Monday looking now? Live life & drink tea x
PS. I realise sometimes these Monday morning posts are a little repetitive, but things don’t always change over night. If this was a novel I’d probably condense these posts into a single chapter, make it sound as if one Monday I woke up, and made that change, and by Friday I’d get my dream. But this isn’t a novel, this is life, and sometimes you have to drag out the change, feel it click into space slowly, one Monday after another. I guess when you’re chasing your dream it isn’t a quick sprint, it’s a marathon. I’m just here holding up a sign that says “keep going… YOU CAN DO IT”