I liked the feel of this.

I can relate to the "monday blues". I used to dread getting up to go into work when I was working at a job that paid well as a supervisor in a factory. Once I started my own business, doing what I loved to do, that entire POV changed. Do what you love and you'll never work a single day..... that's true. Now that I've gone into semi retirement, the day of the week matters even less.

A while back I went to my doctor for a "wellness checkup". Part of the exam is mental cognitive abilities. The little girl (aka:nurse) asked me what the date was today. I looked at her and said, I really don't know and I don't care. I don't even keep track of the days of the week. I'm retired, I don't wear a watch so I can't even tell you what time it is. And to be totally honest, I haven't worried about days or dates since before I retired. I'm not going daft, it's just that none of that matters to me. She said something to the effect that she wished she could live like that.

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You can make excuses or you can make progress but not both.

The magic you are looking for is in the work you are avoiding.