So many people wait for Fridays, for weekends, for Christmas, New Year, birthdays, and other so-called occasions to do something or simply to feel fully happy/relieved. I hear very often how much people dislike it when weekend is over and Monday approaches. Personally I enjoy all days of the week but especially Mondays and the beginnings of everything. Beginning of a week, beginning of a new friendship, beginning of a new journey. Beginnings are, in fact, the easiest part even though it might sound scary and unknown for some.
The magic of Monday is that we start anew, which means it is an opportunity to reconsider our speed towards the life we chase or simply take a deep breath and be grateful. Regardless of what we have in the calendar: difficult conversation, a bunch of meetings, interview, exam, or even fundamental change of circumstances, we should learn to embrace the start.
Our full content with ourselves does not happen on Friday or Saturday but at this exact time.
Do you enjoy being who you are and where you are, doing what you are doing?
If the answer to the question is yes, consider yourself a lucky one. If the answer is no, identify the reasons and work slowly to change the situation. Even when things do not go the expected way, learn from them. Absorb the wisdom, take a note for the future and always, always move forward. Do not forget to be kind along the way because it matters.
Ask this question continuously, and better not wait for a specific time or day to arrive to feel amazing. Now is always the right and only time.
Whether spending time with a close person, deciding on a career path, buying a ticket to other side of the world, it is seldom worth postponing things that contribute to human happiness.
It is not Monday’s fault you feel the way you feel. Will you wait for Friday or weekend, or start changing something in your life, all depends only on you, and only now.
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
You are the master of your fate and captain of your soul, according to Henley.