As the dreaded Monday’s are upon us yet again, I got to thinking (as I always do). Why do we tend to think that Monday’s are the worst? We portray Monday as though it was Friday the 13th week after week. I can’t be the only one who has heard, “It’s Monday” when things don’t go our way. Again, I’m guilty of this at times!
The positivity we have carrying the other six days out the week should be changed to seven. So how do we get out of this slump you ask?
1) We can remember our blessings and be humbled by it, let our hearts grow two inches bigger
2) Feel like Grinch who stole Christmas
We are ultimately in control of what we feel and how we display it to others. We can feed into the negativity or instead be the sunshine someone may need in their lives. No one and I mean no one can make us feel anything or think disheartening thoughts. It took me a LONG time to figure that out, call me stubborn in my ways as most of us are. Yet, when we think about the inconveniences in our lives, are they really inconveniences?
We have to go to work on Monday’s. In reality you are blessed as some can’t find work.
Balancing life, work life, our children, and spouse. We have a loving family and have love to come home to.
Count your rainbows 🙂
Happy Sunday Everyone!
I went to church today and it got me thinking about something from the sermon. How many times a week do we criticize ourselves? Think about what we should of accomplished instead of thinking about the things we did achieve?
I’m guilty of this. We’re so hard on ourselves even when we’re acheieving so much in life, it never seems good enough. Take a step back and breathe. Enjoy living in the moment again and just enjoying life. Let go of the worries and stress from our lives and concentrate on what we have. We are all so blessed in life, now let us bring that joy to others! 🙂
As the legend goes, when the phoenix resurrects from the flames, she is even more beautiful than before.
My name is Crystal and I’m a domestic violence survivor. I was in a domestic violence relationship for six years. It started from when I was 20 to 25 years of age, until I had the courage and found my strength to leave.
My journey has lead me to share my life, experiences, and hope for others in similar situations. Domestic violence is such a stigma in society sometimes that it can be hard to find others who have been through similar situations. That is where my journey started, the hope and will to help others. What survivors go through isn’t easy but we chose to live. We chose to live another day, we chose to leave, we chose to start our life again.
We are survivors