Monday Blues:

The Unwelcome Guest Who Crashes Even the Best Jobs

Ah, Monday. That magical day of the week where the alarm clock becomes your worst enemy, and the snooze button turns into your best friend. It doesn’t matter if you love your job, have a dream career, or spend your days basking in the glow of your own creative genius—Monday still has a way of sneaking in and throwing a wrench into your well-oiled enthusiasm machine.

Picture this: You wake up, ready to tackle the day. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself last night. Fast forward to Monday morning, and suddenly your bed feels like the coziest, warmest place on Earth, and the thought of leaving it is akin to climbing Mount Everest in flip-flops.

Coffee in hand, you manage to drag yourself to your workspace. As an artist who loves what you do, you’d think this would be easy. Spoiler: it’s not. The first hour is spent staring at your tools or screen, wondering if they always looked this confusing or if Monday has magically turned your brain into oatmeal. It’s like the creative part of your brain hit the snooze button too.

You try to dive into a project, but Monday has other plans. Emails suddenly multiply like rabbits, each one more tedious than the last. Meetings pop up out of nowhere, scheduled by people who clearly don’t value their lives (or yours). Even your favorite playlist sounds off, like your earphones have caught the Monday blues too.

Then, there’s the inevitable small talk. “How was your weekend?” they ask, blissfully unaware of the Herculean effort it took just to answer. “Oh, just great,” you reply, masking the fact that you’re still mentally clinging to your Sunday Netflix binge.

Lunch rolls around, and you find a glimmer of hope. A break! But Monday’s got you. You misjudge the time, take a bite too many, and suddenly you’re sprinting back to your workspace, crumbs trailing behind you like the saddest, most defeated Hansel and Gretel.

Afternoon hits, and you finally hit your stride. Creativity flows, ideas sparkle, and you remember why you love what you do. But just as you’re getting into the groove, the clock betrays you. It’s already the end of the workday. How did that happen? Did Monday secretly speed up time just to mess with you?

As you wrap up, you realize you survived another Monday. You can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Even when you adore your job, Monday has a way of crashing the party with its unique brand of chaos. But hey, if you can make it through a Monday, you can make it through anything.

Here’s to the rest of the week—may it be less Monday and more Friday!