Mondays not blues but an opportunity for twenty something year olds and above
Life has a funny way of sneaking in moments of chaos disguised as routines. One of those guilty pleasures for some of us is reading blogs that feel like a late-night heart-to-heart, full of raw honesty, humor, and a little bit of chaos. And Monday mornings? They have that same vibe.
Confession: sometimes life feels completely out of control. You’re walking along, thinking everything is fine, when suddenly you remember you’re overdue for an oil change by a gazillion miles, haven’t cooked a real meal in a week, or wasted half your gym membership. And then there’s the bigger stuff: what are you even doing with your life? Will you be fifty with a cat, a few scattered memories, and nothing else to show for the journey? Everyone keeps telling you you’re on a path, but all you see are random pebbles tossed about without rhyme or reason.
Yes, worry is a constant companion. And based on countless conversations with other twenty-somethings trying to build their Noah’s Arc while navigating adulthood’s torrential downpour, we are all plagued by it. No one gets a ready-made life wrapped in a shiny bow. And while the internet constantly shouts at us to follow our dreams, my favorite personal response is always: “Hey, have you ever heard of Sallie Mae?”
We seem to be obsessed with microwaving our lives. Pop them in, follow the instructions, and somehow expect a fully baked existence to appear. That may work for a TV dinner, but real life? Way more complex. Our lives are a jigsaw puzzle scattered everywhere. Some pieces we find, some we earn, some fall from the sky, some are taken, and others we trade for something better. And maybe a life well-lived is less about a neatly connected puzzle and more about dazzling pieces that shine even when they don’t align perfectly.
Sometimes, my life feels sparse, like I don’t have enough pieces to make it look complete. I worry about when the next fortuitous piece will appear. Love, opportunity, clarity; they seem to float effortlessly into others’ lives while I’m stuck trying to glue mine together.
Instead, let’s be real. Mondays are the perfect reset. They are a blank page, a chance to reclaim control, a subtle reminder that the pieces of your life, scattered as they may be, can still be arranged beautifully. They are not the harbinger of doom or guilt for what you didn’t do last week. They are a quiet invitation to try again, to move forward, and to treat each day like a chance to earn another piece of your scattered puzzle.
And here’s the secret sauce: we don’t have to figure it all out at once. Mondays don’t demand perfection. They don’t care about your panic over deadlines or bills or love life. They simply ask for presence, for intention, for a willingness to take one small step toward building a life that feels real.
So this Monday, and every Monday after, let go of “should.” There is no should, only things you might do and things you might not. Because you want to, or you don’t. Let the pieces fall where they may, embrace the chaos, and celebrate the progress, even the smallest victories.
Maybe that’s the journey from hot mess to not-mess. Maybe that’s how Mondays stop being a source of dread and start being your secret weapon.
