And everyone hates mondays.
Monday. That one day in the week that just creeps up without any notice of what is to come. You get your "to-do-list" ready for the week. You create a panic frenzy in your mind because there is just too much to do. For most people, a blue monday ends on a friday afternoon. I read this quote the other day, and each word slapped me right in the face "Instead of wondering when your next vacation will be, you should maybe set up a life you do not need escaping from".
So, I got the Sunday blues two weeks ago. I did not want to go to sleep, for Monday was lurking around the moon. I felt this miraculous urge to go to the beach. After some convincing I got my Finance on board. We were going to get up at 4am, take an impulsive 700 km road trip to the beach. Swim, tan, breathe in the freedom of the waves and drive back to reality. 2 Red bulls and we were good to go.
It was something I always wanted to do. I have always been compelled by an impulsive nature. When we arrived at our destination we could not stop laughing. What on earth were we thinking? We were not thinking at all and it felt incredible. Playing in the waves like a little kid experiencing the ocean for the first time. It felt strange to have a spontaneous soul on a monday. And again, we just could not stop laughing at the silliness behind it all.
The 700km drive back after our crazy adventure, I still had some red bull fluids in my brain, and while I stared at the raindrops chasing each other down the car window I realised I am one of those silly raindrops. Chasing something I cannot even proclaim. Always on the go, always a dead line and appointment to attend. Always in a rush to get lists checked. The urge to keep everybody as happy as possible. Yes, that is part of my life. But is it really part of who I am? Why do we tend to put the blame on "life" when life is suppost to be a joyful blessing? I realised I was silently killing this little impulsive hippie adventurer inside of me and it just had to stop.
I quit my one job. I had two full time jobs I jangled somehow and it took a lot of guts and a leap of faith to depend on my passionate "hobby" I always wanted to do. I did not want to escape life anymore. Life was busy happening to me while I was busy draining myself in to work misery. No I did not meant for that to rhyme :)
Not everyone can be so fortunate to live out their passion everyday so I got up with this idea to pledge to do something extremely adventurous one monday a month. People usually ask you how your weekend was. But no one ever asks "So, how was your monday?". We have to change that mindset. Everyday needs to be awesomely celebrated. But doing it one step at a time, we are starting with the most dreadful one of all, monday.
