On Sunday night, usually around 7 or 8, I start to see the anti-Monday quotes and statuses. I’m guilty of it, too. I act as though there isn’t enough coffee in the world to get me through or the alarm is such a burden… but why do we hate Monday so much?
Monday morning means we get another day- another week- to live and love and celebrate. It’s the start of another week filled with family and friends and work and love and dog kisses and creativity and learning and breathing. How incredibly lucky we are to wake up. How many more Mondays will we have? Why wouldn’t we cherish this day like all the rest?
These thoughts stem from the unfathomable tragedies to befall Paris & Beirut this weekend. My head and heart hurt so much when I think about and pray for all the people affected by this violence. I’m amazed by all the good that rallies in a time like this. And it’s that goodness that makes me so damn happy and grateful to open my eyes on Monday morning and start another 24 hours.
Please don’t dread Monday. I’m so happy you’re awake and well.