TGIM! Monday is here and it feels like I'm the only person on the planet who is happy about it.
Before you write me off as a weirdo or an excruciatingly peppy person, just hear me out for a second.
The issue is that I don't want to spend my life wishing away 71% of my week (weekdays) and only enjoying 29% of it (the weekend). That just seems so sad.
When I hear everyone complaining about it being Monday in the lift at work, it makes me squirm and don't get me started on Hump Day. It's not a thing! We shouldn't be living for the weekend, people!
Of course I love weekends. I'm not insane. Getting to spend time with my family and friends, eating great food, drinking wine, avoiding public transport. But I refuse to then dread and despise Monday to Friday.
I'm going to hold my hands up right now and accept that a big part of my affection for Mondays (and all weekdays for that matter) is my devotion to my job. I love what I do and I genuinely enjoy coming to work, doing my thing and seeing my colleagues. So sue me.
Look, I get it. People don't love getting up early, waiting for the bus and sitting at their desks all day. You only need to look at Instagram on a Monday morning to see all the memes of heads buried in the sand #Monday, buckets of coffee #Monday and grumpy cats #Monday for proof.
But what if you look at it this way? On weekdays you don't waste the day in bed, you go out into the world and you get stuff done. Your commute gives you time to read or listen to 'Lemonade' or that brilliant new podcast. And when you go to work, people give you money in return so you can buy stuff. How good is that?
Also, the reason we enjoy the freedom and fun of the weekend is because it's our reward for working hard in the week, right? It feels special.
So can I suggest that we reserve some of that Friday feeling for Monday morning? That we wake up, say 'screw you' to the snooze button and embrace the week ahead?
Repeat after me: TGIM!