I used to be able to tell you if it was Monday or Friday. I could even spout out the date in a flash. For me, the only reason I know it’s Monday today is that I went to church yesterday. When you get older, days often meld into each other, because you aren’t on a specific schedule. They like to tell us that our memory is failing or that we’re getting old, but the truth is we lose track of the daily routine – the nine to five thing – the rush to get to work.
When you’re retired you lose track of a lot of things – not because your mind is addled, but because you’re no longer required to think about them. Still we have to remember what day it is, so we can take out the trash for pickup – make all our doctor’s appointments – know when it’s Sunday so we can figure out the rest of the week.
When you have a regular job, you’re committed to getting somewhere at a specific time. You still need a planner or a calendar, which is usually on your phone – so there should be no excuse for missing an appointment or getting to work on time. Still it happens – even to the young whippersnappers out there. Monday is the hardest. You’ve just come off a weekend of activities with the family, hours consumed by some self-absorption, or just taking it easy. It takes a while to re-program our brains into work mode.
I’ve always considered Mondays a time for a fresh start. The perfect day to start a diet. Tuesday is the perfect day for going off your diet. On Monday, you should have a new outlook – added motivation because you’ve been resting for two days – excitement to get back to the daily grind (said no one, ever.) Unless you are in love with your work, most are not eager to get back.
Within two short days, we’ve convinced ourselves that we require more sleep. We feel we’re entitled because we worked hard all week. Weekends are supposed to be a time of regeneration, but there are things to do which we’re unable to do while working. Like cleaning the house, cutting the grass, getting the car washed, planning and preparing meals for the week, spending time with family, enjoying other’s company, doing the laundry, grocery shopping, going to sporting events, taking kids to their activities and the list goes on ad infinitum. We try to cram so much into the weekend, that Monday’s really start to look like a day of rest.
Organizing your time doesn’t help, because things come up – like needing medical attention, an unexpected visitor, an unplanned call for help. It’s no wonder that by the time we reach my age, time is really immaterial. We look at each one as a bonus. We thank God for giving us another one. We make the most of each minute we have left.
Enjoy your Monday, Tuesday and so on. You’re going to need to need rest so you’ll be prepared for next weekend.