monday. shitday.

All Mondays are bound to be shitty. This theory is engraved in every young mind from the day one starts kindergarten. It's the most dreaded day of the week. I even found myself hating Mondays when I was jobless nor in school. I spent my days sleeping in, going for long runs, and drinking coffee outside starbucks. I followed this routine throughout the whole week and if you would have caught me at any given time I probably wouldn't have been able to tell you the day of the week. However, once I was reminded it was Monday, I fell into a slump. Mondays just brought attention to the fact that I was no longer a student, and an unemployed non-student at that. There I was sippin' on the $5.00 latte I couldn't afford while the rest of the world was out working or in sitting inside a classroom. Well, not the whole world. I realize there are far too many couch potatoes out there, but you get my point. I was a lazy bum. I hated the reputation I created for myself, but in retrospect, was also content with my carefree lifestyle. Even now being employed, I'm still apprehensive whenever Mondays rolls around. When I was in college I had a 8:00 am Sociology lecture on Monday mornings. Again, it was the least favorite part of my week. Mondays are just not meant to be satisfying.

The average life expectancy of a female in the United States is 79.1 years. Now, my grandmother is 81 years old, so clearly my family genes defy those statistics. But lets say I live to be 79.1-years-old. That means, say August(ish) 2068, you read in the headlines of your local newspaper (or on your msn homepage assuming newspapers will be obsolete by that time) that a 79-year-old woman dies in a freak hang gliding accident. (c'mon, if you think i'm going to go simply on my deathbed, you are sadly mistaken.) By my dying day, which I bet you will take place on a Monday, I will have lived approximately 4,124 grueling Mondays throughout my entire lifespan. Four thousand, one hundred twenty four Mondays. About a quarter of those I have already experienced. Enough experience to know Mondays usually suck.

I think we can all agree that Mondays are no ones favorite, but lets face it...they occupy 1/7 of your life! From here on out, I vow to do something every Monday that makes me happy. Something that gives me a reason to look forward to that day. I don't need a reason to hate a day before my alarm has gone off. Can I get an amen?