Everybody hates work on Mondays, but this was different.
This wasn’t about skipping out on work for fun. This was about a work environment that was completely out of my comfort zone.
And it was painful. 😖
So painful that I would call out on Mondays just to avoid staff meetings.
The plus side was that I could call out via text, and without much explanation.
What a relief!
Because in the past, I would have SO much anxiety around calling out from work that I would do a no-call, no-show.
And sometimes, that job would never see me again.
But at this stage in my life, stability was important. I had finally gained independence after sobriety, and quitting wasn’t an option.
Besides, it wasn’t the job that was the challenge. It was me.
Me and my Sunday blues.
Sundays were stressful and a constant reminder that I had to go into the office and speak in a group setting.
And this was so unusual for me in the workplace.
In the past, I had jobs where I could come to work, sit at a desk, set up a station, or stand at a register. Simple.
But this was different. This required official staff meetings, mandatory outings, work events, and water cooler chats.
I realized I had never had a job that required so much interaction, and not just to get the job done. Socializing was a regular, normal, expected activity.
What is this place?
But here’s the real question…
Yes, I was learning how to live in sobriety. Yes, I had spent the last 20 months isolated in a transitional program. But when did I get social anxiety?
I shared at program meetings, I shared at NA meetings, and I shared in group therapy. This wasn’t my first time speaking in a group setting.
But, also, it wasn’t the same.
In those situations, cross-sharing wasn’t allowed, so no one was actually responding to me. It wasn’t a conversation.
At work, conversations were mandatory to get the job done. It required me to respond and know what I was talking about…so I thought.
So there I was, working at a small nonprofit with 7 other staff members, and terrified to speak in meetings.
One time, I had so much anxiety that I was sure they could see my body shaking. 😰
I had never had my body be so consumed and flooded with fear from sitting at a table with other people.
This was a new experience for me, and I didn’t know what to do. But I had to do something because I had called out one too many times.
Working on social anxiety wasn’t an option because I didn’t even understand it. So I did what I could and got myself out of the Sunday blues.
At some point, after learning how to be present, I got the idea to stop thinking about Mondays on Sundays.
No picking out what I’m wearing…
No packing bags the night before…
No pondering on upcoming events.
I stayed in my Sunday vibes. I decided to deal with Monday on Monday morning and not a minute sooner.
And guess what happened?
When Monday came, I didn’t have time to think about what I was dreading. I had to get up, get dressed, and get to work.
I started enjoying every moment of my Sundays and relishing my day off. Sunday no longer signaled work tomorrow. Sunday was living for today.
I was learning to stay in the moment.
To stop thinking about future events that caused me distress.
To stop sitting in anxiety and enjoy what’s in front of me.
To stop worrying about things that I can’t take action on.
Because here’s the thing…
If there is something I can do to prepare, I can get it done and leave it be. And if not, then I can address things as they come and take action as needed. The bottom line is…
Focusing on future discomfort was causing me to suffer in the present.
There was nothing I could do about what questions I might get on Monday.
There was nothing I could do about what conversations I might have on Monday.
Because there was nothing I could do about the dreadful staff meeting that came every. single. Monday.
As sure as the sun rises, it would be there waiting for me.
But not on Sundays.
I reclaimed Sundays for myself, and Monday’s staff meeting didn’t exist until it did. No more Sunday blues! 🥳
And as for social anxiety…
Eventually, it didn’t hit so hard, but I remained uncomfortable for a long time. I spent years outside my comfort zone for 40 hours a week.
But little did I know, this new, uncomfortable environment was my training ground. And years later…
Monday staff meetings weren’t so dreadful. More often than not, they were joyful. 😊
Have you ever dreaded something this much?
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