Even during vacations and summers, I still get the Sunday scaries whenever this day rolls around. Maybe it’s PTSD from grade school and middle school and high school and college… or maybe it’s just the end of a weekend, and the way most of us adults have work on Monday has me mentally fortifying myself for whatever may come in the next week. There is always comfort when I think that I’m not alone in greeting Monday with such dread. We’re all in this together as some silly musical once sang.
My own Sunday scaries have subsided in the past few years. Maybe I’m more secure in the fact that Monday won’t hurt me… or maybe I’m just growing more foolish and reckless the older I get. Whatever the reason, and it’s probably a bit of each, I also take comfort in a new view of my weekdays. Rather than go pedal-to-the-metal and balls-to-the-wall, I’ve learned to pace myself and take care not to burn out by Monday or Tuesday. I’ve also seen how pushing ourselves to our limits is ok once in a great while, but it’s not sustainable or healthy to do so regularly. That may be different for others, but for me, it’s important to listen to the whispers that my inner-voice lets out, to slow down when needed, to say no when it’s too much, to stay true to what my body and mind are telling me. When you incorporate that into the week ahead, Sunday doesn’t feel so scary.
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