Many of you might say Friday is the best day of the week because it means, if you work Monday through Friday, that it’s the last day of your work week before the weekend.
And assuming you do work Monday through Friday, even more of you might prefer Saturday or Sunday, I bet, because it means you’re able to have time off from work. And for many of us, especially Garfield, our least favorite day is Monday, because it means a return to work at jobs we may not like and getting back into the routine of a work week.
I happen to think, however, that Mondays are the best day of the week.
I know what you’re thinking, especially if you work Monday through Friday: Are you drunk, Andy? Did you experience a concussion that has gone untreated? Or both? But hear me out.
I like Mondays because as a grateful Monday through Friday worker, Mondays are a new start to a new week. Mondays, to me, represent the opportunity to set the the tone for the rest of the week and let the prior week (hopefully) fade away—especially if the prior week was a crappy one.
Weekends are good because I can spend time with my wife and dog. But Mondays are a return to the structure of work after weekends that are often not structured and therefore chaotic to someone like me who needs a routine. I think my life’s purpose, other than being a good husband/son/dog dad/Texan/Daytonian, is to work where I work and do what I do. In short: I’m needed somewhere I like being on Mondays, and I like being needed.
And I haven’t always been so fortunate to have my current schedule, either. I used to work at night on various days of the week, weekends and holidays as an editor at various newspapers. It was a tough schedule for almost 10 years, and when I worked those hours my only goal was to get a job in which I would not have to work those hours, another reason why I love what I do for a living. I think starting the week with Mondays is a privilege that I may never get used to.
So on this Monday, or whatever day might be your version of Monday, I challenge you to approach the day like I do: as a privilege that can serve as a new beginning. You might find that Monday ain’t so bad after all.
Or you might still hate it. Whatever.