I Love Mondays

Here’s the thing: if someone asked me to share one really weird thing about myself, I guess this would probably be it:

I love Mondays.

I secretly adore Mondays. There’s no other day I like better than Monday. I’d also trade any other day for Monday.

Mondays = my days 😊

I love absolutely everything about Mondays. I love the fresh start they offer. I love the smell of new beginnings. I love the endless possibilities that await around every corner.

When I started working, I was secretly hoping I’d finally understand all the hype around Fridays my parents and grandparents and all the other grownups around me were talking about when I was growing up.

And for a while, I was pretty good at pretending I did, but very soon, just as I realized that working for others was not my thing, and I as soon as I started my own business, I also realized that even though I probably worked more than most people around me, I still didn’t feel that Friday vibe the way everyone was feeling it.

Once I dared share this with a person I worked with, and they came at me like a ton of bricks. Whoops. I should have known better than to talk nonsense like that. After that, I spent years wondering what the heck was wrong with me.

And then fast forward many years later – I finally know the answer. The problem was not in the fact that I loved Mondays, the problem was that I was trying so desperately to fit into the place and among the people where I didn’t belong.

Most people just wait for something to finish, I always look for things to start. Most people just want to have a break, I just want to break my waits by learning or doing something new. Most people would like to live their life quietly and with as little ruckus as possible, I like my life loud, spicy, and colorful. And that’s perfectly fine.

So maybe I am a little weird. So maybe I love Mondays. So what.

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