Image: Leonardo Da Vinci
So we meet again. For too long I have wanted to kick your ass. Then it occurred to me that perhaps it is not your fault that you show up when you do, You feel like the longest day of the week, like you are 3 whole days stuffed into one. You come complete with work left over from Friday, sleep deprivation, and a stack of days to follow that pale in comparison to the demands you make. The day of bad drivers, all too early alarm clocks, and the inevitable: oh crap, I didn’t do laundry what do I wear today.
So, Monday, when I say I’d like to kick your ass, what I really mean is that I would like to play you like a finely tuned instrument and I’d like for you to operate as a well oiled machine precise, seamless, and efficient. For me to obtain such mastery of the Monday I have left my Monday morning self a series of small gifts: an outfit is picked out, lunch prepared, perhaps an early bedtime from the night prior and a mostly written blog post.
The Benevolent Sunday Night Self
PS: To avoid this sort of unpleasantness in the future I intend to work on Saturday and rename you Sunday.