Lunchtime Ramblings: Monday

I have 10 minutes left on my lunch break and thought I'd have a wee go at writing an impromptu blog post.

I think I'm going to try this every day this week as a creativity challenge, hopefully it goes better than my blogmas attempt which was fairly abysmal! I'll pick a topic every day and do a quick mind dump post!

Today's topic is Mondays!!

Every week, we dread a Monday rolling around! I don't know why. I guess it's because it's the beginning of the working week and we have to get back into routine after a few days off - if we are lucky enough to have the weekend off, I know not everyone has that luxury.
I actually prefer a Monday to a Tuesday for some reason. I know what to expect from a Monday, Tuesday can be a real curveball day but Monday I can generally rely on to be consistent.

Sometimes I wonder with a Monday though, is it the getting back to routine that we dread, or the routine itself?

I've managed to fill five minutes with my drivel so I'll keep going!

What I like about a Monday is the chance to start over from the week before, that sounds silly because I will still be me, you will still be you and our circumstances will probably be as they were, but I can look back at the path I took, analyse and channel my findings into tacking the next week.
It can be a bit like a blank sheet of paper, it's not always the fresh new clean page I'm looking for but it might have just enough room left to scribble down something vital!

30 seconds on the clock! What are your feelings on Mondays?
Do you dread them? Do you love them?

This has been fun! I'll see what sharp burst of nonsense tomorrow brings!

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