Oh yes you heard me right. Thank God it’s Monday.
From time immemorial Monday has always been considered the worst day of the week; the day the alarm didn’t go off (most probably because you were too drunk the previous night and forgot to set it), you woke up with a terrible hangover, you missed the bus, didn’t complete the assignment/project which was already due the previous Thursday and your principal/boss summoned you to his/her office for a “little chat”, you forgot it was your boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse’s birthday, and a million other “bad” things.
For once, why don’t we give Monday a break? Remove its “Worst Day of the Week” tag? Give it a breathing space and let it express for once its natural beauty and allure? Why don’t we discover the beauty that’s trapped inside the mask we have created, that hideous ugly mask that we are unable to look beneath? If you take the time to slowly peel off that mask and examine Monday closely, I’m sure you will agree with me when I say “TGIM!!”
Having lived through thousands of Mondays and Fridays, let me tell you why I personally believe Monday should be the new Friday. You wake up refreshed after two days of rest and relaxation. The body is energetic because it got plenty of rest (read sleep) and the mind is alert because the bad memories of the previous week are gone; there is a new enthusiasm and belief that the coming week will only work out for the better. You wake up in the morning and the sun is shining and the birds are singing (Ok maybe you haven’t seen birds in a long time but for argument’s sake let’s say they are singing) and are filled with such zest, such passion for life that you vow to conquer the world (which of course never happens) and jump up from the bed, all the while humming your favourite tune. You think of the weekend gone by and smile a secret smile. You eat your food and get dressed for work/school. Clothes don’t match? No problemo, it’s a new day, a new week, there is a world to conquer out there, clothes hardly matter. Missed the bus? Wait for another one. Deadline not met? Why, there’s the rest of the week to finish it in. Sulky boss? Give him/her 32 of the brightest and shiniest and he/she will immediately recover and ask you for lessons in “Zen and the Art of Shiny White Teeth.” A boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse who’s hopping mad because you forgot something? Fake amnesia.
Mondays aren’t too bad if you compare them with Wednesdays. By the time Wednesday rolled around, you have done so much damage that you will never get promoted the rest of your natural life, and there are still three working days ahead. God knows how much more damage you will inflict. You pray for an earthquake to completely shatter your office and reduce everything to rubble, but no such luck. You look up all the tricks in the book and tried to get sick but there you are on Wednesday morning, strong as a horse. You hope that your boss will suddenly have some urgent work that requires him/her to travel for weeks and months but he/she is there, waiting to welcome you with not-so-open arms. Your boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse has not yet forgiven you and is not speaking. And so on.
But life goes on; and if Wednesday comes, can Monday be far behind?
Have a great week.