Mondays

What is it about Monday mornings that make me want to stay in bed forever; when dragging (or falling) myself out of bed takes a half hour.  Monday mornings are the days of the week when I lay there and stare at the ceiling or the clock and contemplate: "do I really need to be in class today?". I do my best thinking when I'm rolled up in my sheets, as I wiggle my toes and stretch my arms. Side note...does anybody ever have that horrible moment when their sheets are wrapped around their body like a boa constrictor and you panic thinking you are going to strangle to death? Or is that only one of my many fears coming alive and so I am the only one to experience this? Anyways, back to the topic at hand... I have history classes in the morning and let's face it, that subject isn't changing anytime soon. But, like a good student (who skipped way too many classes when she first started out in college) I always get up and get ready for class.

What is it about Mondays that make me feel so lethargic? I know it comes around every week, so why don't I prepare myself for it better? There never seems to be enough time on the weekends to do all I plan to do. Why does the hourglass of the world run out of sand so quickly on the weekends? Do I dread Mondays (Monday mornings in particular) because they signal the long week ahead? Probably so. But I think I dread Monday mornings because it means that it's the start to all that I vowed would change, the promises I made to myself while I did the inevitable soul searching over the weekend (of which I quickly forget about come Wednesday).

This afternoon, to try and get over my Monday slump, I took a nice long walk. I measure my time spent walking or running in songs (does anybody else do this?). So, I walked for an entire Andrew Belle album and Pete Yorn album. I love being outside and just relaxing in all that has been given to us by our creator. One of the things I've noticed about this modern world in which we live is that we seldom walk places and enjoy the world in which we live. So often, we are in such a rush to get from place to place that we never appreciate our natural surroundings. I vow (and I'll try not to forget come Wednesday) to take time out of each day to walk outside and appreciate the world.

This really has nothing to do with this post, but it's my favorite (or one of my many favorites) paintings by Edgar Degas and it made me smile today.

PS. I'm totally crushing on Madeleine Peyroux right now, she is so mellow. If you like jazz, you'll like her.  Check her out