I woke up with a blank head. For some reason, I was worn out and tired as hell. My body and soul were lazy to harbor the idea of leaving bed today and yet deep down inside me I knew i had to work like i was accustomed to. My creativity had long departed me and nothing could convince her to return.
My day was started off with a frown and ‘argh’ mood from when the first sunrise ray penetrated right through my window straight into my eyes, kissing my entire face. I tried to veer my sleeping posture but the noise from the nearby primary school couldn’t let me prosper. My body was screaming more hours of a cuddle within my sheets, time was not my ally this time.
Heaps of work awaited me and even after lazily dragging myself out of the bed, I still couldn’t get the mojo and motivation that always came by with a monday morning. This time the urge to simply sit there and do nothing was strong. The laziness demon had strolled by and sat by my bedside and kept on whispering pointers of sweet nothings, it had kept me there despite my already shrinking time.
Sluggishly, I chose to work from home, I sat in the sofa all day, pondering through emails, doing my routine social media checks, responding to pending requisitions, replying some work related messages and ignoring irrelevant ones. A cup of decaffeinated tea was in my sight and my day couldn’t be any better.
Hunger stroke and it did so hard that it almost drove me nuts. Blogs were still pending, meetings were postponed and skype calls were cancelled till further notice and yet still these are things that surely can be avoided.
It’s the Monday Blues, I blame nothing else. It’s the darned fatigue that comes by after a long weekend. One filled with traveling, tight schedules and undeniably a weekend filled with partying. This was bound to happen, this was headed to this pathetic direction and now i have to pay dearly. My inability to find my mojo was caused by none other than myself. Damn.
I’ll drag myself to the movies and hope all can be better!
Young people are in a condition like permanent intoxication, because youth is sweet and they are growing. ~ Aristotle