Garfield hates Mondays. And just about everyone else does, too. Mondays are the Brussels Sprouts of days.
And for years, I hated Mondays, too. But no more. I see them for what they are: A gift.
Before I get started, let me tell you, I’m not a shiny, happy person. I’m not naturally positive. I don’t automatically see the best in everything. I am sarcastic, sardonic and at times a grump. Someone once asked my wife Amy what it was like living with someone who was funny all the time. She replied, “I have no idea, too.”
But I’ve come around on Mondays. I think it gets a bad wrap. Sure, it’s the day after the weekend. And who doesn’t love a weekend! That’s when time is ours. We get to play and have fun and laugh.
Mondays seem like the cold shower of days.
But I said “seem.” After many years of soul searching (yes, I found it — I have a soul), I have discovered that Mondays really are pretty cool. Through years of research, I’ve discovered Mondays are another word for opportunity.
I’m not being a pollyanna. I’m not blowing smoke at you, either.
Mondays are a gift. Whether you think they are a bad gift or a blessing is strictly up to you.
I’m going to make the best of mine. How about you?