Why I no longer hate Mondays

I have finally come to realize, at 44 years of age, I no longer hate Mondays the way I used to. Growing up in the Bronx (NY), I remember Friday’s ending school yaba-daba-dooing my way home excited about the weekend. Excited to walk down Allerton Avenue, go to Boe Sung (best Chinese food ever) buy myself 4 chicken wings, shrimp fried rice (still my favorite) and have 3 quarters left to play Commando, the best arcade game of the 80’s.

As I got older, I wished for Friday to get here ASAP, the second Monday started. Monday was always a drag. I constantly wished for the week to end and start the “weekend”. Let’s face it, weekends are awesome (for those who have weekends off).

I miss my childhood, my teens, my 20’s and my 30’s. I wish I had those Mondays back one last time, but I can’t. Those hated Mondays are gone forever never to come back. I think of my parents who sit home now wishing they could have one Monday back from their youths, but instead, they are left with eternal Fridays growing old. As we get older and life begins to slow down, we come to the realization that time goes by fast because we force it to. We hate weekdays and look only towards Fridays and Saturdays. We basically only want to live 2 days a week.

From now on, I will cherish every day equally and implore you to do the same. Let us focus on today and enjoy every moment because you never know when Monday, will be your last and only day.

 

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"We spend our lives dwelling on yesterday and wishing for tomorrow but forget the gift of today. Today is all we have." P.A.A.