Monday, as days go, get a bad rap.
Back to work, back to school, the weekend over. Friday so far away. No coffee mugs or curios thanking any deity for its arrival. Oh, lamentable day.
Only this day, forever typecast as a morose accomplice to the blahs and blues, just so happens to come with a built-in silver lining.
Indeed, the first day of the week is inherently filled with hope, optimism and promise. It’s kind of like the first day of winter – it may have the fewest hours of daylight but each day forward has just a little bit more. And it’s kind of like the first day of spring, coursing with rejuvenation and new life. A weekly second chance to start all over again.