I don't mind Mondays.

I'm just going to put it out there, I don't mind Mondays. 

Five months ago I changed jobs, from a high-stress client services role back to a more-creative position as a content manager and copywriter. I can't begin to tell you the positive effect this has had on my mindset. Doing something I love (writing) on a daily basis has given me a fresh lust for life. An influx of creativity in my working life has also helped me to rediscover this blog and I have devoted more time to my writing than ever before.  

My weekends are once again my own, no longer overshadowed by the monstrous grey cloud of the impending working week. A Sunday well spent brings a week of content - but mine would often be wasted cowering under the duvet, sleeping off a stinking hangover, heavy with dread at the thought of work the next day. I'm not suggesting the job was awful, it just wasn't the right job for me. I only realised that I'd been braced for impact for three years when I walked out of the door for the last time, my muscles slowly relaxing with each step I took into the future. 

Now, I sleep soundly on Sunday night, no more lying awake imagining all the important emails that may have invaded my inbox, the crisis calls left unanswered on my desk phone. Don't get me wrong, a big weekend may still leave me sluggish on a Monday morning but it's nothing that a cup of coffee and a carbohydrate-based breakfast won't fix. 

Mondays signify a fresh start, a blank page, a tale yet to be told - what's not to like about that?