I dread Mondays. I think most people in the working class do, more so than students would I would say. For obvious reasons, Mondays are the worst. It’s the beginning of an uphill climb through another week, towards another weekend, and the cycle continues.
Sometimes, Sunday nights are just as bad. The calm before the storm. You know the next day is coming, another week is just one sleep away. At that point, it’s not there yet, but you already feel it. (I hope I’m not the only one.)
I’ve been thinking about this a lot, maybe more than I should have. But it has dawned on me that living for the weekend is silly. We spend five days looking forward to two days. That’s 70% of our time wasted, 70% of our lives gone to dread. 30% is unacceptable. So I thought of some sort of solution.
For the past two weeks, I’ve vowed to live not for the next weekend, but for the evenings and the early mornings after and before work. I’m not at the point where I genuinely enjoy every waking minute of the work that I do yet, so this will have to do for now. The goal is to shorten the looking-forward time and maximize the “living” time. By doing this, we can turn 70/30 to 30/70, even if it’s only a change in state of mind. And hopefully, what is now living for the after-hours turns into living for the next moment, and eventually living for the present.