Despite conventional wisdom about the freedom one experiences on weekends, the worst day of the week for me has always been Sunday. To be precise, if you dread going back to work on Mondays, anticipation of Monday has got to be the worst. Since Sunday is the day before Monday, and anticipation of Monday is strongest on Sunday, then Sunday is the worst day of the week. This is "work logic" -- it you think about it, the blahs you get in the afternoon on Sunday is evidence of the truth of what I'm saying. So here's the thing . . . if you don't have to go to work on Monday, are Sunday's still the worst? I'm not sure. It's been less than a week since I started Living the Life After. It still feels like a Sunday afternoon, but I can't fathom why it feels that way. I don't have to get up any earlier on Monday than I did on Sunday, not that I'll ever be able to sleep-in past 5:30, but the week has to start someday. Why not a Monday? Monday should not scare me anymore -- it is no different than a Saturday (the BEST day of the week). But now I just have to get over the dread of Monday. How about this . . . logic has it that the day furthest from the next Monday is the current Monday, so Monday is the best day of the week because the next Monday is more than a week away. Obviously, I'm going to have to work on this.
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