You know Monday really should have an acronym like TGIF because its just as significant. I propose YIMA, Yuck It's Monday Again. How many of you else have that same thought when you wake up Monday morning? It can't be just me who would give their left kidney to be able to stay snuggled up in bed for just a little bit longer? Now I do have a confession but you have to promise not to hate me if I tell you. My new work schedule happens to be only Wednesday- Friday. Yes, I know thats ridiculously good. Yes, I know that means I have every Monday off. And yes you all are probably eye rolling me at this point. It's ok, I accept all the eye rolls. But for some reason even with this new schedule, I still find myself waking up with a little dread on Monday mornings. Mostly because I know the minute I get out of bed the weekend will officially be over and a new week will begin. A new week of work, cleaning, errands, workouts, and the numerous items on my never ending to do list. It's overwhelming. Mondays are overwhelming. 

This morning I had the usual internal struggle to get my butt out of bed. My husband's alarm went off for the fifth time after pressing snooze ( insert major eye rolls here ) and I knew I had to get up and get to the gym. THE GYM? Really? The old me would have laughed at the thought of myself getting up early to get to the gym. I'm not going to lie there was a solid five minutes where I threw a mini tantrum in my mind. Convincing myself that I absolutely did not need to go to the gym and that I couldn't make myself. Good one Miraynda. Well after a couple minutes I told myself that I didn't have a choice, not going was not an option. I made a commitment to go and I was going to get my lazy butt up and get to that workout. 

So I went to the workout and it was brutal as usual. But I left feeling a little more victorious than usual. A couple months ago I would have stayed in bed and told myself I could skip a day or two. And a couple years ago the only thing I was getting my butt out of bed for was the smell of freshly cooked bacon. 

So I started thinking today, what if instead of feeling dread when my alarm goes off on Monday morning, I start to feel grateful that it's Monday and I'm alive. What if instead of thinking damn I have to get up and go to the gym, I think ya know what I'm going to get up and go to the gym and crush this workout? What if I start to focus on the blessings in my life instead of the hardships? Now I'm aware that all of this is so much easier said than done but I believe that it's possible to change your thinking pattern. It's not going to be easy and it's not going to happen over night but I'm determined to take baby steps to change the way I look at Monday mornings. And maybe one day I'll wake up on Monday morning and think TGIM. 

What is your next Monday morning going to look like?