Mondays

I love Mondays. I love Mondays because I’m free from Monday-itis. That’s right - I have a long weekend. Every weekend.

When I resigned from my last job because I wanted to work less and do more of the things I love, my boss knowingly winked “ohhhhh, you want to have babies don’t you? You’re such a maternal person”

Um…. No. I don’t have or plan on having “babies” in the near future and I’m not studying either.

I have simply chosen a new job that allows me to work a four-day week. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not lazy and I love my new job. I just don’t work Mondays because I choose to go op shopping or visit my grandma. I don’t work Mondays because I want to get up early and drive away from the city toward the beach. I don’t work Mondays because I get to sit in my sunny kitchen and write stories all day long in my pj’s.

For me, Mondays are like finding a $20 note in my coat pocket from last winter… every single week.

Who invented the five-day-work-week anyway? Why would we choose to do less of the things we love and more of the things that just get us by?

So far today I have been to the beach, admired my vege patch and had a chat to my mum...