Beating the Monday Blues

Mondays are hard. Yesterday was especially rough, for a lot of reasons most of which probably started with my attitude.

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, having gotten less than 6 hours of sleep (which, if you know me is never a good thing). I probably should have had a sign taped to my back that said "Warning! Approach at your own risk."

So I was already grumpy from getting no sleep and then I had to run all over campus trying to find a printer that worked because I had two projects and a paper due that needed to be printed out so of course all the printers in the HFAC were malfunctioning. I finally went to the library and waited forever to be able to use the printer and thankfully managed to get everything that I needed.

And then I checked Facebook and saw the news reports of the bombs at the Boston Marathon. It made me heartsick to read about how what should have been a happy and exciting day for so many people turned into a terrible tragedy. My thoughts and prayers are with all those who were affected by this awful incident.

Needless to say, I was emotionally and physically drained by the time I got home from work. And I decided I needed a turn around, because feeling crappy all day is NOT fun.

So said a prayer.
And I went to the gym.
And actually cooked myself a meal.
And went to the library and got a lot done.
And had a really great heart-to-heart with one of my roommates.

And somewhere in between all that my Monday Blues melted away.
And life was good again.

Love, Brontë