Earlier in my nine-year-old daughter’s school career, I asked her how her day was, but I wasn’t prepared for the answer.
“It’s Monday, and Mondays aren’t good,” she said, adding that her teacher reminded the class every Monday that Mondays are lousy.
I was speechless, stunned that someone brainwashed her about Mondays.
“Any day that we have with those we love is a good one,” I told her.
Why would anyone would choose to write off a day of their life every single week? That’s more than 50 days per year. Each year.
When I got sick more than six years ago, the first doctor who examined me came into my hospital room after my first CT scan and proclaimed that there wasn’t a brain tumor. My babies were two years old and seven months old on that day.
I am grateful for every single Monday.
It’s okay to move slower on Monday because you had such a great weekend. It’s okay to look forward to the weekend. If you find yourself dreading every weekday, however, give yourself permission to change your situation or change your perspective.