The Monday You Should Have Loved

There was a Monday you should have loved. Maybe it was last week. Maybe it's been years of Mondays. You survived them. But you didn't love them. You tolerated them. You white-knuckled through to Friday. You told yourself "it's not that bad. But here's the question you've been avoiding: How are you treating yourself lately? Not "How's work?" Not "How's life?" How are YOU treating YOU? Because if you loved yourself, you'd love Mondays. And if you don't love Mondays, you're betraying yourself in ways you've stopped noticing. THERE'S TWO TYPES OF CHANGE The first kind happens TO you. The diagnosis. The layoff. The affair. The breaking point. The moment when life stops whispering and starts screaming, and you have no choice but to finally move. Most people wait for this kind of change. They wait until the pain of staying becomes greater than the fear of leaving. They wait until the decision is made for them. The second kind of change is the one you choose before you have to. It's quieter. Less dramatic. It happens on a Tuesday afternoon when nothing particularly bad has happened, but you finally admit to yourself: This isn't working. And I've known it for a while. This book is about the second kind.