Monday Morning Blues Back On The Chain Gang
Monday mornings…don’t you just love them. Another fresh start to the working week and the opportunity to make things happen, great things. Or are you one of the millions that dread Monday mornings with a passion…the torture is about to begin again.
Monday mornings are anything but a fresh start for some, just the beginning of another week grinding away earning a crust to pay the bills in some place that you cant stand, a boss that hates you, and work colleagues that would think nothing of stabbing you in the back, then doing it again just to make sure the knife went in deep enough. And to top it all off, the work your doing bores the hell out of you.
I have been there, done that…lying awake on a Sunday night, desperate to get to sleep knowing that I would be heading to work on Monday morning to a place that was slowly killing me. It use to fill my heart and soul with dread. I felt trapped…I was trapped by my own self.
Oh boy that last prison sentence lasted for 9 long painful years in a place that felt like Alcatraz. I was slowly turning into the spitting image of some of my wonderful work colleagues, who would take great delight in the misery of others and be filled with envy and jealously when people dared to escape. The fools use to console themselves with these immortal words, “they will be back.” The amount of times I heard that shit…it must have made them feel better, but they very rarely came back. A few did, who couldn’t handle being back in the real world…prison must have given them some sort of sick comfort.
To dream of freedom is easy, to wish for a better life…a more fulfilling life is a great thing, it can be and should be the catalyst for figuring out a way how to move forward, to escape. Every waking minute should be spent trying to figure out how to escape…it should become an obsession. Any dream can become true if you want it enough and you work hard enough to make it become a reality.
I hear so many people complaining about the hand they have been dealt…yet they don’t do shit to change things. They don’t mind spending hours down the boozer, or the bookies spending money that they never have, when they could be down the college learning new skills. That takes too much effort, just like moaning takes no effort…Or they spend every night glued to the TV watching shit like EastEnders and Coronation Street or are transfixed to their computer screens feeding their internet porn addiction.
It is all about escaping from reality until the next day begins and the pain of real life begins again. I know I have been there, done that. My own personal escape use to be 5 or 6 girlfriends at the same time, who use to help comfort me…and make the pain of real life disappear. And they did such a good job. But the job I hated, the pain in the ass boss I hated even more, the work colleagues who could bore a budgie to death, would all still be waiting for me like clockwork, Monday to Friday from 9am to 5pm.
The day I freed myself from the bull shit of escapism and actually decided to deal with what I hated about my life…was the day the dark tunnel I was constantly walking down started to light up. Life is meant to be an adventure, something that we constantly look forward too. Life isn’t meant to be filled with dread and fear…unless you really want it to.
Instead of day dreaming about life on the run, and how it would feel to be free…actually do it. Only one person can change things for you, and it isn’t me, and it isn’t even all those self help guru bloggers you find online who promise to give you the keys to paradise. YOURSELF, YOU is where the answer lies. If you hate your job… start making escape plans now. JUST DO IT. All you have to do is open the door that has been locked by your own self and take those liberating steps to freedom…FREEDOM!
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