THE MONDAY MORNING MAGIC





I hate Mondays, and I think we can all agree that it sucks yh? The harsh wake-up to reality when we'd like to sleep a little more.

But then I must admit, there's this euphoria of energy that comes with Mondays. Like a wakeup call to put your life together, head out the street and make the most of your day, like kickstart a productive week.

However, oftentimes than not, this enthusiasm dies off. As the week progresses to Wednesdays and before we know it by Friday boom! All the energy returns back to its ground state. "Screw productivity, let's take life a day at a time" becomes the mandate.

But then again, the next week we go through the same routine, again and again. And the euphoria of Monday mornings not lasting past Wednesdays.

So as I look at my very motivating, piled up schedule list, my lips curls up in a weak knowing smile. Hopefully this energy would go beyond Wednesday, yh?

Dearest reader, maybe that’s the magic of Mondays, not in how long the energy lasts, but in the fact that it shows up at all. A fresh chance to believe again, try again, and plan again, even if we fumble halfway. So here’s to Monday’s spark, and the courage to carry it with us, even when the week tries to dim it.


@favvy_Okwansđź–¤.



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