I feel bad for Monday. It's like January and autumn and the first stall in women's bathrooms. It's a thing, a necessity because what would a week be with only six days, but it's not celebrated or beloved, only annoying and here as a fact of life.
The first Monday of a new month feels different though, more Monday-ish, more full of madness and chaos and unpredictabilities. It smells like burnt toast and the insane and unprecedented worries that I'm having a stroke. It tastes like fried coffee, black and bitter beyond any sugar and creamer's repair. It's a bad-hair-day complete with frizzy ends and an I-have-nothing-to-wear-day because rain isn't my friend and billing-customers-for-the-work-we-did-last-month-day.
Sometimes I stop feeling bad for Monday and I feel bad for myself because Monday is happening to me whether I like it or not. I feel bad my little soul must work hard to survive it. I look at my To Do list and hang my shoulders in defeat while making little moping noises similar to Hazel's take-me-on-a-walk whines. Sometimes I sit at my desk and wave an invisible white flag, hoping Monday will have pity on me and tell me to go home and sleep it off. Alas, days do not talk to us or grant us pardon, and I must go on.
This Monday, this first Monday in the March of 2015, is destined to be different. I'm going to dress in something like skinny jeans and a sweater, clothe myself in prettiness and productivity, sporting the turquoise spike earrings that came in the mail last week, tying my converse tight around my striped socks. And I'm going to smile as I sip my coffee.
Because Monday you aren't my cup of tea. But today, this Monday, with it's burnt smell and bitter taste, ain't no thing to mess up my week. It's a foundation, a beginning, a fresh start. It's a day who gets a hard time and mean looks. Today I will welcome Monday warmly, bringing Monday in for a tight embrace and coffee date. I will let my soul love on her like it would on an old friend having a tough time.
And Monday, she will repay me with all her kindnesses.