18.08
Good morning to you!
With the windy weather and greyish ceiling covered over the sky, the morning is not the usual Monday-like. Must ve taken a huge inertia to drag the self outside the warm blanket. I can sympathise over that. Truly.
For me I would declare it just a morning. With no good or bad adjectives to be prefixed. Un-planned WFH which more looks like getting converted to a sick leave. Kid cranky with irritable health, I ended up performing a jagran post the Janmashtami night. Didn’t realise when the 6am alarm changed to 8am and I ended up with a WFH.
Ok Monday’s are supposed to be the reflection of the beautiful weekend that just closed. Beautiful because it carries a list of tasks that you want to do not to get paid in return, instead to keep a tab on your self capabilities. Or maybe to make you feel self worthy. Yes you can perform something outside the 9to5 job box. Either way the weekend here in picture had a similar list of tasks to be accomplished. A list as long as the Nile or maybe more. Something that when placed rear-ended to each other goes longer than the weekend itself.
Nevertheless as predicted here I am sailing through my Monday reminiscing over the unfinished tasks from the weekend and sitting on a pile of pending paid and unpaid jobs.
So back to the original question does this kind of morning even qualify to be called good? Or lets park it aside for another day, for another Monday to pass by.
For now I would like to close with the below mandala image drawn on a scratch pad paper. Lines that have a definite start and end point. Designs that are self complete. And together as they fill the space on the paper, they create a sense of aesthetically looking colour war field. ✍️
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