Fighting the blues

I sort of had pretty nasty Monday Blues lately; having internal struggles of going to work. How could you not when you have worked for three consecutive Saturdays while balancing your other priorities.

I had a bad sleep the past Monday morning and I had to rush to my family doctor to get my urine tested, get breakfast and travel from city to Jurong, all before half past eight. On the way to work, my heart was tugging slightly towards the devilish side; looking for motivation and shortcuts to end the day quicker and fast forward to payday/bonus/public holiday/off days.

Then, when I arrived at the foyer at fifteen minutes past eight, I was warmly greeted by the parents and teacher who were already there. I walked a little further into the workroom and saw my closet colleague offering me my favorite junk food. After a short catch up, I picked up the courage to bear the wrath of the children, who were already high on ecstasy and loud like a trumpet, engaging in mixed-age interactions. There were louds good-mornings, huge smiles, fleshy hugs and sloppy kisses from my favorite babies. In the background, there were colleagues sharing junk food and breakfast with one another, though, I received several breakfast options, I munched onto my cold, lifeless hotdog bun. Then, there were parents who asked how my weekend was and there was a school auntie who asked if I had breakfast.

Somehow or rather, the blues vanished and the rest of the day seems really good and smooth. Thus, how can any individual fail in such a supportive work culture? Yet, how can any charcoal flourish when she is surrounding with diamonds and gem stones? 

Meanwhile, throwback to my Indian lookbook, hahahas!