Some things in life are inevitable, and Monday is one of those things. A day seemingly as bitter as the countless shots of espresso we drink to make it through, “Monday” has become synonymous with endless meetings, tedious tasks, and tiring errands. By this early point in the week already, stress is high and morale is low. Whether because the weekend is officially over, or because the rest of the week dauntingly awaits us, Monday is the day that we have learned to loathe.
In the midst of all that madness that is Monday, we typically end up feeling worn out, anxious, and even broken into pieces. But if we do to Monday what Monday does to us and break Monday itself apart, a glimmer of optimism shines through its cracks.
Break the word “MONDAY” in half, and we are left with “MON” and “DAY.” Based on the meager bit of French I remember from my time studying in Paris, I know that “mon” in French translates to “my” in English. If we keep this in mind and apply this translation to the word’s broken form, “Mon-day” translates to “my day.”
Ironically enough, from this point of view, our least favorite day that seems to consume us, becomes our very own. When we open our eyes and look at the word in fragments from a changed perspective, we are presented with the empowering opportunity to take ownership of our week and seize the day with confidence.
In this case, therefore, we can take note from our translation of “Monday.” Perhaps we too must feel broken in half and even shattered until we can discover the optimism, strength, power, and potential that we innately possess, that lies at our core.
So, friends, Happy Monday. I hope your espresso tastes sweeter than usual, and that today’s tasks don’t wear you down too hard. Because, as it seems, it’s a fresh week and a new day – and no matter where this day takes you, it’s yours.
