Okay, I know. Appreciation for bad weather is one thing, but being thankful for Mondays is just blasphemy. Truth be told, I don’t like Mondays any more than anyone else does. In fact, I may like them even less, since I work with clients with mental disabilities and schedule changes, like the weekend, can be confusing for them.
I was thinking, though, that Mondays are special not so much because of what they are, but because of who we are. On Mondays, we are our bravest. We face down our week, reluctantly, but confidently. We look it in the eyes and say, “I got this.” Mondays are the day we get to strap on a metaphorical sword and show our mettle. Life is often hardest on Mondays, which is why I believe that Monday is the day we are truly living on the edge, and thus are the most alive. So go on, you rock star, you, and get out there. You got this.
What are you grateful for?