Ah, Monday evening. The day that felt like three days rolled into one has finally decided to pack up and go home!
This morning started with the usual Monday drama: alarms that sounded louder than usual, coffee that felt smaller than usual, and a brain that insisted it was still Sunday. I had a health appointment first thing so that just seemed to delay all that comes flooding toward us at the start of the working week. By lunchtime, I was convinced time was moving slower than ever – how could it only be lunchtime?!
But I made it to Monday evening, eventually. The week now feels like it’s officially started, and we attempt to laugh at how dramatic we were about surviving “just one day.” – now we just need to survive the remainder of the working week!
Here are a few things I noticed about my Monday evening:
- The Coffee Come‑Down: The caffeine that carried me through the morning has officially clocked off.
- The Couch Magnet: No matter how ambitious my plans are, the sofa is still so tempting, but there are tasks to be done.
- The Tiny Triumph: I made it through Monday without turning into a full‑time grump. That’s worth celebrating isn’t it?
Monday evenings remind us that the hardest part of the week, the starting line, is now behind us. Tomorrow and the rest of the week might still be busy, but tonight we get to exhale, chill for an hour or two after completing the tasks we’d set ourselves.
So here’s to Monday evenings, proof that we’re stronger than we think, and always capable of surviving the start of the week…and the rest of the week!
The Distinct Dot 