What is so ridiculous about Mondays?
Only me.

I enter into my day (and my week) like a thoroughbred at the starting gate: I’m nervous, hair-triggered and ready to go. I’m acutely aware of at least 23 things that need to be done. And I’m highly strung within until I realize the mission of “accomplishment”. The paradox is that my anxiety siderails me, and my nervous temper unfits me to do the duties at hand. This inner demeanor dissipates both my focus and my energies.

Mondays are like this. I feel from the early morning that I’m already behind. The task list is overwhelming; and it is, in actuality, impossible to accomplish in one day. It doesn’t seem to occur to me that these tasks make up the fabric of my life. They are not to be swept away like a pile of debris. Yet I tend to view the tasks as the enemy, and with a soldiers mental purpose, I seek to destroy and remove the threat. It doesn’t penetrate my thinking that these tasks are not the enemy; they are my daily bread, and they are my lessons.

My tasks are not the enemy. I can get out of attack mode and lay down my arms. Then I can meet my tasks for what they are: Tasks are my daily bread; they are the ordered meat of my day.  As I move from meal to meal throughout the day, so I move from task to task. I can not get proper nutrition from my meals by eating them all at one sitting; I also cannot do the work set before me for the day in one hour. My tasks bring order to my day. They take time and thought and strategy to perform. My days are not aimless and unstructured. My days are anchored by the tasks that fill them.

Tasks are my lessons. They encompass exactly the things I need to learn (or relearn) during the day. My life is not empty and static and boring. I have things to learn – today.