Maybe people have always had this mentality, but I think this generation more than ever it is so prominent.

We slog away 9-5 the five days of the week, and all we have in sight is a mere 2 days that take forever to arrive. Well I think it needs to stop, and this is how I’m doing it, my way of course.

Give your daily treats to look forward to.

I’m basically a dog in that my motivation is treats. All shapes and sizes of course, some days it can be a good mount of chocolate at the end of the day, or a sweet cup of tea on my yoga mat *alone* with no stresses to worry about.

The little things keep my mood uplifted, and make me stay productive and motivated in this game of life. Find what yours are and make them a part of every day.


Make plans for after work.

I used to be so bad at just working, then sitting at home pondering all evening. I was so bored! Of course sometimes it’s just what you need, so adjust to your own gut feeling, but now I go to yoga on Monday nights and it’s something that I always look forward to, and Wednesday nights are an evening gym session with makes me feel great afterwards.

Making a plan for a catch up with a friend after work is a great idea, don’t wait until the weekend to do what you want to do with your free time.


Live in the moment.

We all knew I was going to include this, didn’t we? Yes I know I harp on abut mindfulness all the time (blah blah blah) but seriously, just focus on your breath in this ONE moment. Take it from there.

If being mindful doesn’t interest you (and it doesn’t have to, believe it or not) just make sure you have time to be curious, smell the roses, take the deepest breath you’ve taken all day. Promise you’ll notice the difference!


Be pro-active.

I am the queen at putting things off. Sorry gals, that’s my title and I’m claiming it. I’ve realised how actually, it makes everything so much harder. 

Delaying making a phone call, booking an appointment and cleaning the house doesn’t do me any favours and just increases the ol’ stress levels. Once I get my arse into gear and do things there and then, I feel so much better after. A weight has lifted off my shoulders. Is this what it means to be an adult? (Don’t tell me).


Are you guilty of ‘living for the weekend’?


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