Mondays can be days of peace and pace, calmness and clarity – whole week ahead, so much time to do everything. Then anxiety can set it. Things need to be done, and done on time. Commitments have been made, or will be, demanding high energy performance.
My relationship with deadlines has always been a love/hate relationship. I don’t see that changing much. Deadlines are interesting to watch, or rather to watch myself when I have one. The shorter the deadline, the more immediacy, the more feverishly I work …
On the other hand, if the deadline is many months away, I work much more slowly. It might look like procrastination but it isn’t – rather it is ‘thinking about it a lot’ without so much day-to-day action. Then, when the deadline draws near there is still a need for feverish work, but the thinking and planning is long done, leaving time and energy for execution.
Rarely do I start a Monday with a blank calendar. I have a weekly ‘Monday project’ that needs time, following up on ‘last week’s leftovers’ and ‘new week things’ that need attention - oh my, look at the time! It slips away so fast. The best thing about Mondays is, ‘no deadlines’. Hardly ever is Monday a deadline for anything – that’s a term reserved for later in the week.
Each Monday is a reminder for me that a flexible calendar is my best friend; choc-a-bloc appointments and deadlines are like to-do lists that are way to long and they tend to paralyze the week before it gets started. OK, not the week – they paralyze me.