Monday mornings are the bane of my life.
Tired from a busy weekend where, despite my best efforts, there wasn't quite enough time to tidy the flat or say hello to my husband. Stressed about the commute ahead - will there be delays again on the Metropolitan line? Will I have to hold my breath for the entire (standing) journey in a cattle-packed carriage
on the Jubilee line as I squash in with
the commuters who haven't showered since the Friday before? Did I forget to do something at work? Am I going to have to deal with moody colleagues whose personal lives make them a nightmare in the office? Am I going to be shouted at by a client because of someone else's mistake? Like I said, bane of my life. And it's the same for everyone right? At least that's what the media would have us believe.
Adverts consoling us over the arrival of another Monday morning and films like Horrible Bosses
are testament to the general consensus that none of us like our jobs. We hate the work and we resent the effort it takes to get us there.
Given that we spend the majority of our time at work, in theory this means we should all be depressed. And alot of us are! We find ourselves stuck in a warp. We need to pay the rent or the mortgage and go on holiday and buy nice clothes and eat and save for children or a cushy retirement - that is, if we can ever afford to retire. It's a pretty bleak outlook if you don't enjoy your job.
I heard someone say that when the economy is bad, people start to look at what's really important to them and focus on that, rather than just doing what they've always done just to get by. In the last 12 months, quite a few of my friends have left their jobs in order to emigrate, travel or they have just...left! I asked one friend what she was going to do and she said she didn't know. There was no panic on her face or stress or worry about her future. She just knew she couldn't
cope at work anymore and needed to get out before she completely lost the plot.
I admire her and others like her. Throwing caution to the wind and going for what we really want (or taking time out to discover exactly what that is) is not something many of us feel we can do. But I
think it's important.
I don't know about anywhere else but
here in the UK
I can report
increased levels of loneliness, depression and
Ok so life isn't ever going to be all roses but surely the ideal would be for underlying levels of joy to help us with the inevitable bad. Instead we tend to live with underlying sadness occasionally lifted by moments of joy - a new dress, a baby, a new job, a sip of Baileys...
LIFE IS TOO SHORT.
That's something I hear and think about quite alot these days. And it's true. But while we are here, I want to encourage you to do something that you love. That you've always wanted to do or try. Or if you don't know what that is, make a concerted effort to find out!
Be happy in what you do. Make time for what you enjoy. Love. Smile. And if it all gets too much, remember that where there is life, there is always hope."For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."