My Dear Monday

Most people hate Monday. Or at least most of them dream of it to be over. I used to dislike it too some time ago. But since some time my cold attitude to this day changed.

One Monday I met someone. Well, just a person. Now you might say I am so silly. I am. Believe me. I now associate this day of the week with this person, my dear friend I once met this day. I guess this person might never discover about my joy of Monday. It doesn’t matter, actually.

Today I am grateful for my peaceful day and for having a little get in touch with someone I met on Monday two years ago! Isn’t it a miracle?

I’m happy to love Monday. I’m happy to close my eyes on Sunday and smile to myself because of Monday coming. I know it sounds crazy. I don’t mean to be Miss Sensible. I am just the way I am. And I am happy I had my busy Monday. I am happy I could complete some long-awaited tasks. I’m happy my body was serving me well today. I am happy for my dear friends who patiently wait for me. I must be a happy Monday lover! ;)