I used to work in a cubicle, 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. I did this for almost 10 years.
My body and mind started learning that Sunday night sinking feeling when you realize you have to go to work and start a new week. I was living for my nights and weekends.
After a while I realized I wanted to do work that really mattered to me and be out in the world doing something I enjoyed.
Now, I make Mondays a day to look forward to, just to tickle my brain.
I make a delicious healthy breakfast, have a coaching call with my mentor, and then I usually spend time doing something creative and/or doing yoga and stretches in the sun. Also, continuing to discover my passion and purpose, like a cosmic treasure hunt. This is my opportunity to play and learn and slow down and connect.
Bliss. One day each week, all for me. Devotion to myself and nourishing my mind/body/soul.
In gratitude, I want to send out a sweet prayer:
May every being be graced with spaciousness to deeply nourish themselves.
May my nourishment and replenishment be a contribution to all beings.
May we all fill our cups doing what we love, living in love, and feeling joyous.