For the first time in my life, I have found myself looking forward to Mondays.
Until very recently my time has been dictated by school schedules or the traditional work week. Even between college and Peace Corps, when I was working as a waitress, it was still a "gear up" day.
Somehow over the past few months, Monday has turned into my day off. This is ironic because it's really not a day off - I work Monday nights. The apex of my week has shifted and now my busiest days are Friday-Sunday and Thursday is my gear-up day. Also ironic because Thursday really is my day off.
And yet somehow Monday has become my weekend. I don't workout and if I accidentally read all day, well . . . who cares? Not like it's the beginning of my week. Just like maroon is the new black (this season anyway), Monday is my new Saturday.
So here's to that obnoxiously cheery, hidy-ho-there-neighbor beginning of the week that I have finally accepted and yes, come to love. Because who can hate their Saturday? Even if it's really a Monday.
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