Labor Day 2018 was an annual reminder that not every Monday is the worst; just the ones we don’t get off work for. Honestly though, is there a less favored day of the week?
I know my Monday routine by heart, and I know I sometimes dread it. The only thing that gets me out of bed on those occasions is knowing that if I don’t, my 4-year-old will definitely break something, get into the medicine cabinet or find his way onto the freeway. Monday is probably worse in prison.
I wasn’t always a journalist (or columnist) and there may well come a day where I cease to be one again. Every job is stressful, and like everyone else, I think my job is particularly so, at least sometimes.
There are days I wake up and struggle with the workload, or struggle to find something at all. This isn’t the most happening place in the world, y’all, sometimes there just isn’t much news (and there’s this silly thing the public has against me inventing it).
I don’t always feel like a professional and I’m definitely just a person with a job. I dread some interviews, there are stories I just don’t want to write and events I just have no interest in covering.
I struggle with people’s expectations of me, with the thought that I work hard for no reason, because what if what I’m doing isn’t important? This isn’t unique to journalism, so maybe you feel those things too. You probably have experiences unique to your profession that make it equally as hard to walk in the door every now and then.
That’s why I’m a rare breed when it comes to feedback. Look, I love the emails and the folks on the street that praise my work, but my favorite interactions are always the people who disagree with me. I especially love hate mail, its acidity serves as my validity.
But when the hate well runs dry and I’m just not having a good day, I think I’m like most everyone who questions whether their job is worth getting out of bed for, especially on Monday.
I’m not dissing my occupation, but the human brain has a way of summoning every negative thing about something when you really don’t feel like doing it. You’re not helping, brain.
On those uncommon days I find it hard to start, much less make it across the finish line, I always try to remember why I signed up for this particular race to begin with.
Before I quit, I always remind myself of why I started in the first place. Obviously the ability to buy like … food is pretty important, but more than that. I’m good at what I do (I’m also humble), I love expressing silver linings in this column, I love that I get emails that tell me I helped someone make it through the day, I love getting to tell people’s stories and I think designing fun news pages is more fun than Candy Crush.
We all have our own reasons for doing what we do. I just think it’s important, especially on those morose Mondays, to remember those reasons. If you’re struggling to come up with any, maybe it really is time to move on.
For the rest of us, push through it. What good comes from quitting ? I know you’re tired, I know it’s hard, but everything you worked for means nothing if you stop now. That feeling before you climb out of bed is temporary. You know that, find your reason to keep going, even if you have to reach all the way back to the beginning. That’s this week’s small victory.
(JESSE JONES is the editor of The Eagle Post, a member of the Kentucky New Era Media Group. Email firstname.lastname@example.org if you like tacos.)