Done with Monday makeover!

Hello, buddies.

Monday - officially declared as a 'machines-over-mind' day. But some of us start like the frozen engine of a vehicle, wearing mismatched attire with a half of piece bread stuck in mouth (probably expired but who cares, it’s a MONDAY!), standing in a crowded bus which stinks worse than a garbage tin, and the rest of bad luck is history. Trust me, it's okay.

No one gives a shit about the Sunday night's hangover, or worse, the Sunday scenario in a joint family (a nightmare for introverts), or the whole week's stress hitting with a bad fever or cold (of course, bacteria and virus too need attention). For some, even Sunday is a working day. Interns feel like the only day which was meant for waking up late and just exist as a normal human, vanishes overnight. I don't even want to start about hospital staffs, that's a solid 'uno-reverse' reflecting Hitler's time. 

If a person is this much under the water on a Sunday and the boss expects a 'productive Monday,' then let's be real, the definition of productivity needs a thorough makeover (and its followers).

Nowadays, my Mondays aren't as crushing as it used to when I was in university. Doesn't mean I didn't enjoy the rush hour. That had its own perks, now has its own. Waking up and giving a hug to my mom and dad, taking a walk with my little furry buddy (her excitement is infectious), dropping sister at school, living a little for once instead of hanging on the edge always, writing a bit, reading a bit, learning something new, checking updates of my favourite people (yes, BTS it is), watching the sunset, working out, and other trivial stuffs which I thought weren't so important to entertain myself with. Oh! I was so wrong. In this lies the actual happiness to my sanity.

The purpose of me posting this blog on a Monday afternoon is to remind myself as well as you that productivity is not about rushing; it's about pacing. And without taking a breather, even the machine gives up. It is okay if time runs ahead of us, it is okay if we are sitting at home while the rest of the world is earning, and it is more than okay to let ourselves feel like OUR SELF for once. It’s just a Monday - waking up slowly, feeling a little less confident to face the day, sleeping a little more if the mind is tired, following a different schedule once in a while on a "working" day - everything counts as productive only when the mind and body is prepared to produce something that satisfies the producer first.

Here's a track for you which has been living rent free in my mind, nothing that my soul ever complains about. I hope this will bring you some peace too. 

https://youtu.be/LK0jCxxgcno?si=fKENMjl1-V1qiB97

Wishing you an easy and less chaotic Monday. 



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