Monday.
Monday morning. Back to routine. Feeling drowsy like a typical Monday. No surprise whatsoever.
Wake up pretty thirsty and get up with some effort —had intense dreams tonight. Meditate and refill twice my herbal tea before breakfast.
It seems London has also gone back to routine weather, the sun is gone and the clouds are back to the throne. It’s colder too but at least it’s not raining. To be honest, some freshness in my room is very much appreciated. I love the sun but the stickiness was a bit annoying.
I think I’ll be able to concentrate better today.
Get ready and choose some comfy trousers and a t-shirt because I know summer dresses are a bit too much for the weather. Make coffee and porridge quickly; put my glasses on and start working checking emails and assignments.
Hm.
I can feel the psychological impact of not wearing any make-up nor red lippy on. My brain just doesn’t work. I tried, I really tried to give my skin a break but I need to get shit done so washed face will have to do in the weekends. Fair.
Sort my make-up and red lippy on and get back on productive mode.
Much better.
Have departmental meeting this evening so I better be ready and get all the work done before then. I keep on working until the meeting and we finish before I expected. Good.
I set myself some time to dance to Random Playlist. After all the morning sitting, I need to stretch my legs somehow. Random Playlist is in 90’s mode with RuPaul (new discovery. Feel like wearing platforms and heavy make-up). I go with it because I really want to dance and shake some energy up.
As I’m dancing I see the dress I wore for mom’s wedding… and…you know what? I’m gonna wear it. Why not. I’m wearing make-up, my hair looks pretty nice today, my nails look great too. Monday vibes are changing.
Uh yeah. Feeling good as hell.
I didn’t remember how great it felt dancing with a fancy dress. So cool. ‘stretching-legs-time’ becomes a proper two-hour dancing session at The Queen’s Room Social Club. On a Monday it is the best break I could ever give to myself. So glad I spotted the dress.
Close The Club for the day and carry on with my writing still in the dress because it feels amazing. Speak to mom. She tells me she’s got a headache and she reckons it’s anxiety triggered by the situation back home. People don’t seem to be respecting the rules very well. Apparently families were able to stay out and have a walk and… things went a bit out of hand. Although I have to say in London people are still doing picnics so…
Oh well.
I tell her I was in the same mode yesterday but thanks to that my room looks the tidiest I’ve seen in… ever, actually.
Maybe people behave that way because they are still on denial. They refuse to think the situation is not normal anymore. Maybe all they wanted was to go back to normal for a few hours. It’s human condition to be resistant to change…. Although I doubt the old normal will be back, to be honest. I don’t know, we’re shifting somehow.
I also have to say that that is my kindest alternative. Trying to make some sense out of that behaviour. My second option is not as understanding nor nice. But I’ll keep that in my thoughts. I won’t be pissed off again. Compassion. Compassion.
After the happy dancefloor session and the writing, plus squeezing my brains to understand why people can be so bloody stupid (whoopsy), I’m starving –big time.
Make a huge salad with all the leftovers of my fridge. Mix of nutrients altogether. Should be enough. And some chocolate. Hm. Maybe a bit more.
Hmm... Maybe just a tiny bit more.
Ok, I’ll stop because I have yoga at 8 and my stomach needs some rest (and that chocolate bar needs to last for another week, love, be mindful too). Some herbal tea to sit the food would be sensible.
Monday yoga session is great.
Best way to end the day with a gentle stretching session. We work pretty intensely with the chest and shoulders and I can feel a massive difference. The mellow yoga playlist is great too, so I leave it on for the rest of the evening. I can feel the deep relaxation has kicked in.
Pyjamas on. Herbal tea and book.
Monday has been worked, danced and enjoyed.