Middle-aged Musings Monday

OK, here’s my new thing: Middle-aged Musings Monday. I do love alliteration.

As I drove to work this morning (I’m sitting in the break room prior to my shift, writing this), I was thinking about all my potential topics for today. I had a pretty good weekend, Mohawk Valley-wise. Nothing really inspired me. Then the phrase Middle-aged Musings came to mind.

Of course, “middle-aged” is problematic. How do I really know I’m in the middle of my ages? I could die tomorrow. That would mean I was middle-aged at 24. I sure didn’t feel middle-aged at 24, although at least one young man worshiped me as an Older Woman (you may thing “worshiped” is a strong term, but leave me alone; it’s my memory). I pretty much feel middle-aged if not downright old these days. This is not a bad thing. I have experience and I have perspective. And I’m rocking the grey hair.

The nice thing about Middle-aged Musings is whatever I say works. With Mohawk Valley Girl, I think some posts are more on topic than others. One could argue, and I do, that everything technically works since I am in the Mohawk Valley as I write it (with a few notable exceptions; one must visit relatives after all). I believe I’ve hashed out the Mohawk Valley thing before. Sorry to repeat myself; I brought it up to compare/contrast with my new topic.

OK, so far I’ve mused about the fact that I’m going to muse on Monday. Largely due to the fact that on Monday I feel I have no muse (you knew I was going to make that pun sooner or later). Oh dear, I hope the Monday to Friday thing isn’t going to start kicking my butt now!

See, I went from retail hours to day shift, Monday to Friday. Heaven! I love Fridays once again. I had to be wary, though. I’ve gotten burnt out on Monday to Friday jobs and learned to loathe Sunday. I tried to solve that problem by not watching 60 Minutes (oh, that ticking clock!). These days I usually watch Snapped on Oxygen on Sundays — they often have a marathon. I love Snapped so much it makes Sunday an enjoyable day. And I don’t mind my job, so no creeping dread has so far spoiled my enjoyment.

There is that bad moment when the alarm goes off and I realize there are five days to get through before I can sleep in again. I have not found a cure for that except to get up anyways and apply coffee. Once I’m over that moment I like being up early. For one thing, if you get up early enough during the week, 6 or 7 am feels like sleeping in on the weekend.

I like my Monday Musings idea. I think it will help me ease into the week and make Monday a more enjoyable day. And along the way, I hope I manage to amuse.