Yeah, it’s that time again. Seems to happen right about this time every week- you drag yourself out of bed, your body slightly slumped with pre-defeat, your brain keenly aware that today isn’t going to be anything like yesterday or the day before. No, today is going to be entirely different. There will be no basking in sunshine, no phone calls to friends, no adventuring out into a world of infinite possibility, no brunch with endless mimosas, no barbeques or movies. It comes to you in a underwhelming woosh of reality- today is Monday. Monday is an odd creature- even the name sounds a little too close to “mundane” for comfort. Technically, we’ve labeled Monday the first day of the week, even though most calendars will show Sunday at the far left of the 7 little boxes that are to contain your life’s series of events. Monday doesn’t TRY to be anything; it just, by being in the wrong place and the wrong time, happens to be your least favorite day of the week. It’s the mean-for-no-reason kid in the back of the class that gets picked last for kickball. It’s the cold french fry at the bottom of the bag that gets discarded with the napkins and ketchup packets. It’s the last inch of coffee in your cup that is left alone to film over, while you apply mascara and lipstick. It’s the first day of your five day work week and, if you’re anything like me, it creates within you an innate desire to crawl back into bed and yell into your pillow.
How many cups of coffee does one have to swim through to feel the needed motivation to make the most of Monday? How many emails does one have to read and reply to to earn the last half donut in the lunch room? I used to dread Monday, and sometimes even Tuesday, simply because it was on the wrong side of Wednesday. I’ve found recently that heading into the office ignites a small flame of euphoria in my gut, as I rise to the challenge of overcoming the traditional Monday Blues with a smile that reads, “Get out of my way, I have something to DO.” I love dressing up in skirts and heels, putting on a subdued shade of lipstick, grabbing my Venti Iced Coffee with two Splendas and setting into my air-conditioned workspace, completely confident that I have what it takes to make Monday my you-know-what. I love interacting with the others around me, I love checking my Inbox, I love looking outside at the freshly-trimmed trees, swaying ever-so-slightly in the almost non-existent breeze, and knowing that in about 4.8 days, I’ll be toasting my girlfriends in my favorite bar, grateful to actually have earned that beautiful glass of Sangria and I’ll have on a smile that reads, “I made it”.
Maybe it’s all about attitude. Maybe it’s about doing something you are passionate about and constantly challenged by. Maybe it’s your environment, and maybe it’s the people around you. All I know is, when all those stars align, you wake up on a Monday a few minutes before your alarm clock goes off because you’re ready for something magical to happen. You jump out of bed with a purpose, you stand a little straighter, walk a little faster and smile a little more. You turn the music in your car up, you wave that car into your lane in front of you despite their lack of basic driving laws, you tip the Starbucks girl at the window $1.00 because you can and you breeze through the office doors knowing that nothing is gonna get you down.
Hello, I’m Lindsay Blue and I’m addicted to Mondays.