To most, Monday is almost a four letter word. To be honest, I enjoy the weekend as much as the next person, but I've never understood the abhorrence of Monday. Monday means a new beginning, a new week in which to make my mark. The days are fresh and full of opportunity.
I'm grateful for Monday. It means I have the opportunity to live another week, to work, to play, to love, and to be who I need to be. The start of something new, without the baggage of yesterday holding me back. That is Monday.
Perhaps I don't mind Monday because I don't have weekend regrets, and for that I am grateful.
What are your thoughts and feelings on Mondays?
*Thanks to Google for the Estimable Calvin and Hobbes pic*
