If I concentrate on the past, I think I can remember a time when there was a consistent “ugh”-ness about Mondays.
I’ve been self-employed for a good while now though, so I kind of forgot that having “a case of the Mondays” is a thing.
Then today happened. Sometime between slogging along hauling my laundry backpack (it was only 15 lbs this week!) and laptop along a sidewalk that had been torn up, the blog post that just wasn’t working, and the millionth time I got tangled up in something I started telling myself that I was having a Monday.
The 1,000,001 time I got tangled up in a chord (you think I’m being figurative, but that number might be actual) and used my new favorite phrase- which is definitely not allowed on this blog- I finally called myself out on it.
Well, sort of.
What I really did was embrace all the nonsense, laugh and buy myself a big jar of coconut butter. Which I am about to go to town on.
Tomorrow is Tuesday, and therefor a new opportunity to have a good day.