I saw this image online early last week. I’ve been waiting, impatiently, to share it today, a Monday. It reminds me that, for many reasons, we come to dread the first work day of the week. I know, I’ve been there. It kind of starts Sunday night, right? You start thinking about work or that co-worker or that one client you haven’t been able to please and quite frankly he’s a little rude about it.
I guess it’s easy to fall into that trap, if we let ourselves. Today could have been like that for me. I was having such a great weekend that I just didn’t want it to end. But it did, and here I am. And life is great. Because I choose to look at it like that.
Because sometimes, when something can go right, it will. Maybe not for me, but for someone. Out there. In the universe. And that’s kinda cool, too. I can be happy for them, and then maybe my Monday won’t suck either.