Monday – 11th October 2019

Angels, my apologies for being somewhat MIA. I am a terrible person. Did you miss me, though?

It’s officially November, which means my boyfriend and I have officially started arguing about when to put the Christmas tree up and send out our cards. Sorry if I think that three weeks is not enough time to enjoy decorations etc considering how much effort goes into erecting them.

You wanna know what I hate? Mondays. And yeah, that’s so clichéd. And yeah, everyone else has started loving them and spaffing about how decent they are on Instagram but me? I hate ‘em. Regardless of how much sleep I got over the weekend, how much I got done and how wonderful a time I had, come Monday I am the most miserable bitch you’ll ever wish you’d never said Good Morning to. Because Mondays are the dev. Sure, they mark a new week and the opportunity to set new goals and start new projects, but for me, they are like the cancelled extension of the weekend that should’ve been. Either way, make Mondays your own. I’ll be spending mine answering emails and dreaming about going back to bed.

Hating Mondays doesn’t mean that you hate your job or your life or you’re not going to have an amazing and productive week. You know sometimes when you go on holiday, return and feel like you need a holiday to recover from your holiday? Monday is basically the same concept. It’s like needing another weekend to recover from your weekend. And if it’s not, you’re not weekend-ing right. Like I said, even when my wild Saturday night means a solitary glass of red and a 10pm bedtime, come Monday I will almost always still be zombie-like. I say this an awful lot, too, but your worth is not measured on your productivity. Refusing to wear anything but comfies and taking an extra-long lunch break ain’t no bad thing. Rest up if it means you’ll perform even better come the dawn of tomorrow.

So many people I know are at new levels of exhausted right now. The temperature has dropped, Christmas and all of her financial burdens are looming, it’s dark all the damn time and people are constantly inviting you to be sociable. So let’s have some nice ol’ #MondayMotivation. Don’t do the thing today. Don’t get it, girl. Put your ‘to do’ list away. If you can, stay in bed and drink soup. Rest isn’t laziness or failure or wrong on any level. Rest isn’t something you have to earn.

And while you’re loving life in your Disney PJs, wrapped burrito-style in your fluffiest blanket, here’s a quick bulletin from what’s been going on with me for the past few weeks (bar the Christmas tree argument, obvs). My best friend got married. It was amazing. Watching someone you love so much marry someone that they love so much while being surrounded by other people you love so much, is pretty GD special. I am really struggling with my PCOS and managing its symptoms. I am likely going to reach out to a specialist, soon, and can tell you about it then. 

My website refresh is almost complete! Yay! As is my book. Fucking frightening, but also yay. I have postponed my degree so as to avoid the impending repeated burn out and mental health wobbles. I have been terrible at going to the gym, but plan to up my game again this week. Having celebrated four whole years together, I am unashamedly in one of those totally-obsessed-with-my-boyfriend phases. He will likely cock it up in the next few days by leaving his rugby kit on the floor or never returning any of my fucking Tupperware, though. And above all, I am feeling good. I definitely feel less like I am drowning and can get more on top of my life and tasks. Oh, and I’ve booked for my house to get deep cleaned and I am buzzing.

So many people I know are at new levels of exhausted right now. The temperature has dropped, Christmas and all of her financial burdens are looming, it’s dark all the damn time and people are constantly inviting you to be sociable. So let’s have some nice ol’ #MondayMotivation. Don’t do the thing today. Don’t get it, girl. Put your ‘to do’ list away. If you can, stay in bed and drink soup. Rest isn’t laziness or failure or wrong on any level. Rest isn’t something you have to earn.

And while you’re loving life in your Disney PJs, wrapped burrito-style in your fluffiest blanket, here’s a quick bulletin from what’s been going on with me for the past few weeks (bar the Christmas tree argument, obvs). My best friend got married. It was amazing. Watching someone you love so much marry someone that they love so much while being surrounded by other people you love so much, is pretty GD special. I am really struggling with my PCOS and managing its symptoms. I am likely going to reach out to a specialist, soon, and can tell you about it then. My website refresh is almost complete! Yay! As is my book. Fucking frightening, but also yay. I have postponed my degree so as to avoid the impending repeated burn out and mental health wobbles. I have been terrible at going to the gym, but plan to up my game again this week. Having celebrated four whole years together, I am unashamedly in one of those totally-obsessed-with-my-boyfriend phases. He will likely cock it up in the next few days by leaving his rugby kit on the floor or never returning any of my fucking Tupperware, though. And above all, I am feeling good. I definitely feel less like I am drowning and can get more on top of my life and tasks.

 Oh, and I’ve booked for my house to get deep cleaned and I am buzzing.

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