A Word About Mondays

How do you feel about Mondays? Do you dread them? Do you hate them? Do you feel anger and resentment when you think of yet another beginning of yet another week of doing what you absolutely do not want to do? (If this isn't you, read no further).

Do you expend a considerable amount of your energy on Sunday creating a thick, murky pool of "I hate Monday" sentiment?

You know it's our thoughts about Monday that are so unpleasant, not so much Monday itself. The universe doesn't distinguish Monday from any other day. The universe isn't even cognizant of days as we know them. We make Mondays and Monday mornings - they don't exist in Reality.

So what do we get out of hating Monday? Well, we get to wallow. That can feel comforting. Wallowing in a sty of dread can feel comforting. Especially if you have people to commiserate with on this. It's especially gratifying to immerse oneself in these kinds of thoughts when our neighbors are doing the exact same thing, behind their walls. We're all on one page together, successfully creating a huge black cloud around our buildings, our streets, our cities. It's a community of sorts.

But what if some part of us is fed up with spending energy hating Monday. What if some part of us says well, 20 years of dreading Mondays, that's just about my fill. I'm not noticing that my hatred of Mondays has made them go away. I'm not noticing it has made things better. I'm not seeing that it's done anything except give me a sense of being cocooned from Monday. However, I like that sense. I'd rather have that feeling than...what?

Maybe we don't know what because we haven't yet allowed ourselves to experience an actual Monday!

Why not? Some of these pop up: Will something bad happen to us if we stop beating ourselves up about Monday? Would we be admitting defeat? Will we lose our identity? Our self determination? Will we be all alone? Will we lose our integrity and become mindless pawns of the corporations or the state? Is our grumbling and grousing working to our benefit - working to save us from an empty life? An empty death?

Sure it's a game. It's just easy to forget that. Part of our mind thinks up a threat, offers a horrid solution to the threat, then comfortingly assures us we've made the right choice in adopting the solution.

It has its cumulative effects, this generating and absorbing of a dark cloud of negativity every Sunday. One of the effects is the more it's done, the more it seems that it really is providing a valuable service - our protection.

Not so. There is nothing about Monday that you need protection from; the very idea is nonsense. Monday isn't anything. It's a relief to finally see that fact. If you didn't already know this you can pretty easily find out for yourself tomorrow or any Monday you choose. (And right! This isn't only about Mondays...)

Love to all,
+Antaya+