I’ve come to like Mondays.
But I didn’t for a long time. Oh, no.
Mondays felt like a needy, clingy ex-boyfriend that I had to treat with civility out of guilt, coming around with a regularity I could barely tolerate. Forced smiles, genuine grunts, eagerly ushering him out the door.
Mondays felt like those flies that swarm the spread while dining al fresco on a warm Sunday afternoon. Somehow, they manage to land on my plate no matter how much I swat and shoo.
Mondays felt like the mandatory cleanup after a really fun party. Lysol and Advil to the rescue with fingers crossed that one or the other would work.
These days, not so.
These days, I look forward to Mondays.
Monday feels like a chance for an encore if the previous week was great. If it was lackluster, Monday feels like a second chance. And who, prideful posturing or pitiful puffery aside, doesn’t want a second chance?
Monday feels like a shot at getting it right. Instead of going through the motions, Monday feels like a day made especially not for re-packaging old and tired goods but for re-purposing the existing into something innovative and exciting. It’s not a temptation to re-write history and the facts (as some political candidates seem to feel is justifiable bazillion-dollar strategy for winning an election) but rather an invitation to write a new page, a new chapter in the story still unfolding.
Monday feels like the renewal of a vow, a re-commitment to all that I once believed in and still do. It’s just like saying,
“Here I am. Again. I know about the knocks and blows that come from left field. I know about the searing pain I’d rather not feel or inflict upon anyone. I know I’m flawed, in progress, mere mortal with traces of diva-goddess delusions. Nevertheless, here I am. Still standing. Still breathing. Still.”
Monday? Show me what you’ve got.
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What do you like/loathe about Mondays?
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I needed that this morning. Thank you Belinda and cheers
Geoff
I think I needed it, too! Thanks for stopping by.
I love Mondays, have done so for years, because I’m always wanting to get on with things, and weekends always seem to suspend them. If you like your work, Mondays are great, I think. Or maybe you have to hate weekends even more than you hate your job?
As a girl, I used to look forward to the new school year as a chance to start over again and make things better than the way they were the year before. Always, always wanting that new chance. Mondays do that for me now, I think, the same as you say–a chance to repeat a good week, or a chance to have a better one than the week before.
Some people only have one speed (go, go, go). I don’t happen to be one of those types but I do like being able to re-start, re-boot.
Positive and uplifting, thank you Belinda.
Here’s to Mondays! Love second chances 
I love that you view Monday as second chances. It is a fresh start and filled with the possibilities of unexpected and hopefully good surprises.