I didn’t go to work today.
It’s a dark, unusually cold and rainy morning in Southern California, a Monday. The first day of the work week is usually a bit of a struggle because two days of being out of sync with my workday routines tends to throw me just a bit. It’s not that I ever have a case of Monday blahs, it’s just a psychological phenomenon I’ve had to deal with for as long as I can remember. Monday mornings are like turning the clocks ahead to Standard Time every seven days. It’s not big deal but merely a nagging one day oddity which I shouldn’t have to worry about for awhile.
I lost my job this past Friday.
I have always had the odd (you can say “weird”) habit of viewing my emotional reactions to things from a perspective of detachment.
I watch and try to analyze my emotions even as I am experiencing them. Many years ago I started kibbitzing my marriage counselor about how she might help me survive and prosper through my divorce. Now I am trying to understand why I am having my standard workday Monday funk even though I’m not working.
It’s cold and rainy. Did I mention I lost my job?
I’m going to study this for a bit because introspection is a tricky business. False conclusions beg for sudden embrace.
I love cold, rainy mornings. Truth be told, I liked the people very much but that job was very frustrating. So, why the funk?
Did I mention it’s Monday? That’s all it is. Just Monday.
You can overthink this crap to death.
It’s good to have you back, here, in this space on the web. I’m sure your listeners will miss hearing your voice today, but having known you for decades, I doubt it’ll be long before you’ll be talking into a microphone again. So please enjoy this Monday while you have the freedom to NOT give the time and temperature to morning commuters.
Well, it’s not a usual Monday funk. Tell the body to celebrate a day off. No more on the five crap. Gotta work on a new routine for the body.