We’ve all said it. We’ve all heard it. Okay, generalizations are annoying, so I will reword: if you are not excessively familiar with this phrase, you have been living in a dark, lonely cave for quite a while.
“I hate Mondays.”
Or, I suppose, you could say it differently:
Unassuming Bystander: Hey, how are you?
Person Having a Bad Day: (moans in anguish) It’s Monday.
Let’s get something straight, people: Monday is not a feeling. Monday is a day of the week, as can be assumed because it actually has the word “day” in it. There are seven days in a week. Mondays take up one-seventh of your week and consequently, one-seventh of your life.
Think about it. One-seventh of your entire life. And then that’s it, everyone. Poof. No more Mondays, no more days. It’s over, and you’ve wasted one-seventh of your life complaining about how much you hate Mondays. (Unless you believe in reincarnation, in which case I applaud you for your optimism.)
Do you really hate Mondays? I mean, hate them? Maybe you’re thinking yes, but compared to the day you hit your midlife crisis or the day one of your parents die or the day you find out you have cancer, normal Mondays are freaking incredible. And compared to the everyday lives of the three billion people who live on less than $2.50 a day and the 795 million people who are currently starving, all the days of the week are pretty great.
Yes, we have all had and all will have bad days. We will have terrible, crappy, godawful days. But assuming that every Monday will be one of them is extremely unthoughtful and defeatist. Although there’s plenty of awfulness and chaos to go around, the world is still an incredible, stunning place, and we get to live in it. We get to have days and weeks and years and hopefully decades. Even on Mondays we get to be alive—which, in my opinion, is pretty damn spectacular.
In general, the New Year is not a very monumental event for me. But I am going to try and make every one of my Mondays in 2017 absolutely marvelous. I hope you will too. ♦