There’s only one person in this city who beats me to TCB on a Monday. It’s this dude who always sits in the corner either reading the paper or typing on his iPad. I imagine he’s one of those types who wakes up at 4AM and rolls into the gym by five. He’s on a first-name basis with all the baristas, and knows half the people who walk through the door. I’ve been trying to be his friend for…four months. Minimum.
“Well. It’s another Monday,” he said to me.
By EOD, I’m sure I will get some variation of this comment from half a dozen people.
Why does everyone hate this day so much? “I LOVE Mondays!” I told him.
You know why I love Mondays? No? Well let me tell you.
Mondays are my seven-day reset button. It does not matter what shit I got myself into over the weekend, because on Monday, I start with a clean slate. It’s the best feeling ever.
For example, let’s say I ate popcorn and a pint of ice cream for dinner last night (I repeat: let’s just say). The moment I opened my eyes this AM, it no longer matters. That was a choice from last week, and I can no longer change it. I can only change/control my behavior from this moment forward.
I don’t understand how people can get sooooooo hyped up for New Years, yet hate Mondays. Aren’t they one in the same? New Years represents this idea that one day can somehow change years of bad habits (which, BTW, is possible—never doubt that your life can change in a single day). Yet they ignore the 52—hell, the 365—resets conveniently built into the year.
Every morning you wake up, wake up with a clean slate. You cannot control what happens to you, but you can control every action you take and choice you make. Forget about the weekend—the hangovers, the work you left unfinished, the pizza you probably housed at 2AM—because that ship has sailed. Friday is one of my favorite F words, but we should really learn to love our Mondays.
F is for: Starting each day with a fresh start.