Monday mornings often feel like, well, Monday mornings.
The relaxation of the weekend is in the rearview, and the responsibility of the workweek stretches to its fullest extent before you.
Which is why I’ve started leaning on the sound of music.
I rarely get to sleep in on Sunday mornings, because Sunday mornings are for playing golf with my father.
But yesterday I slept in. And it was glorious.
Earlier this week, I wrote about why you should start each morning writing in the Five Minute Journal.
What I failed to mention is that the journal also includes a section that must be filled out in the evening.
And while it’s shorter, it’s just as helpful.
We’re taught to trust our instincts and follow our gut. And we should.
But too often we conflate our instincts and gut with our misleading inner voice.
Here’s a ridiculous confession:
There are few roles I resist more than being the guy who picks the restaurant.