I’ll be the first to admit I’m unusual.
I love black licorice.
I’m not a fan of Italian food.
I’m a Colorado native and have never—not once—felt the urge to ski.
And I love Mondays.
I love the promise of a new week. Everything is possible on Monday morning! The week stretches out before me like a vast ocean of potential and all I have to do is wade into it.
Thursday, mind you, is an entirely different story. By Thursday I might be swimming hard against the current, exhausted and spent, searching for the rescue boat. Or worse, sputtering and choking, schools of tiny fish nibbling at my extremities.
But Mondays? Always perfect. Always welcome.
What about you? Do you fling your arms wide to embrace Mondays, or would you rather they didn’t exist?