This post is a reprint from FaVorable Food.
“If you don’t think every day is a good day, just try missing one.” -Cavett Robert
I have many people who read this blog from all over the world. Thank you by the way!!! I don’t know about other countries, but I do know about mine, America. The prevailing attitude of American’s is that they hate Mondays. I can only assume that people believe they hate Mondays because it’s the start of the work week, and for most the start of the onslaught of unpleasant responsibilities.
I used to hate Mondays too. Here are some reasons I did, that you may relate to…
1. I hated my job, when I was employed by someone;
2. I hated my business when it was slow;
3. I hated the fact that I would face bills that needed to be paid whether I could pay them or not;
4. I hated that I wasn’t trying to live out my dreams, and Monday was a reminder of that;
5. I hated that I didn’t act or feel courageous (see immediately #4);
6. I hated that Monday reminded me how seemingly uninteresting and boring my life was; and
7. With Monday came worries about…oh I don’t know, EVERYTHING.
Slowly, I started to realize that it’s not healthy to live in all that hate. Because I was letting all that out into the world it was getting fed back to me, and then some. I also realized that I could control all the things that I hated, and much of it started with an attitude change. I had control over a lot more than I was giving myself credit for. Most important, I could realize that everyday was a good day by missing one (via death’s messenger-no thanks). Or I could have a day and just decide it was going to be good by virtue of its existence.
I often think, our Monday morning stinking thinking comes from our disappointment in our selves and consumption with worry. When we compare our lives, and who we are with others it doesn’t motivate us. Rather, it erodes us. When we worry we cease to come up with the answers that can come if we just calm down.
Do you know that humans are the only animal on the face of the earth that worries and is disappointed in itself? And we’re the advanced species?
Not so surprisingly, at least to me anymore, I’ve learned a great deal from Henri about how to live. He’s always happy or he’s content. I never see him worrying about whether he’ll be fed by me, because he knows he’ll be fed by me. If given an opportunity to have fun, he’ll take it. He’s a dog. He doesn’t try to be anything else than a dog. He doesn’t compare himself to other dogs. He probably likes being a dog.
What’s the key to being like a dog? I can only say that if, you believe you’re a dog start acting like one (you know what I mean). Stop trying to compare yourself to the Lhasa Apso down the street. He’s not thinking about you anyway. He’s thinking about himself. Be excited to be alive. You’ve been given a day, another chance to act like a dog. Take it! For the love of God, stop worrying. You can. I know you can. Have some faith that you’re the dog you think you are!