Rainy days and Mondays...

I didn't go to work today.

It's a dark, unusually cold and rainy morning in Southern California, a Monday. The first day of the work week is usually a bit of a struggle because two days of being out of sync with my workday routines tends to throw me just a bit. It's not that I ever have a case of Monday blahs, it's just a psychological phenomenon I've had to deal with for as long as I can remember. Monday mornings are like turning the clocks ahead to Standard Time every seven days. It's not big deal but merely a nagging one day oddity which I shouldn't have to worry about for awhile.

I lost my job this past Friday.

I have always had the odd (you can say "weird") habit of viewing my emotional reactions to things from a perspective of detachment.

I watch and try to analyze my emotions even as I am experiencing them. Many years ago I started kibbutzing my marriage counselor about how she might help me survive and prosper through my divorce. Now I am trying to understand why I am having to try to shake off my standard workday Monday funk even though I'm not working.

It's cold and rainy. Did I mention I lost my job?

I'm going to study this for a bit because introspection is a tricky business. False conclusions beg for sudden embrace.

I love cold, rainy mornings. Truth be told, I didn't care much for that job. So, why the funk?

Did I mention it's Monday? That's all it is. Just Monday.

You can overthink this crap to death.