Today started out like any Monday would. Behind schedule, under motivated, and with far less caffeine than would be desired. Not a good initiating point to the week, considering today is a full day of work, personal goals are looking me dead in the face asking when I intend to get to them, and in general there’s just. Shit. To accomplish. That I’m slowly, barely getting through within the schedule that I set for myself today.
On the plus side, this post is one of those things, so I guess I can pat myself on the back for accomplishing one (1) whole thing today.
It’s been said before but I don’t really care: I get the impression every time Monday rolls around that the expectation for Mondays to be horrible possibly colors the way Mondays turn out. The impending, looming doom of the Monday that lingers in Sunday’s horizons almost always tends to turn out just how we think it will – fucking terrible. I went to bed last night dreading the thought of something happening that would throw me off my neatly calculated schedule for today, and here I am, having gotten to work about an hour and a half off schedule, making an attempt to catch up. Either self fulfilling prophecy is real, or I’m a prophet.
Either way, I’m at least getting things done, even if I’m getting them done late. That self-imposed one in the morning curfew for myself might have to be disregarded in order to get it done, but what can I expect? It’s a Monday. Best to take it by the balls, down a few cups of coffee and get through it.