Who likes Mondays? Nobody. Poor Monday, always getting blamed for grumpy moods and work boredom. Poor Monday is the ultimate scapegoat for everything {blah} in our lives.

I am not saying I look forward to Mondays. Like everyone, I sometimes get the where-did-the-weekend-disappear-to? Sunday-evening blues. But the other day I realized something: if I spend every week dreading Monday and slugging through Monday just trying to get through the day, that means I’ll be spending 1/7th of my life in a state of yucky, grumpy, get-me-out-of-here dread. And that’s just not how I want to spend my time.

So I was thinking back to when I was in elementary school, and we had adjectives associated with all the days of the week, cute alliterative names like: Super Sunday, Stupendous Saturday, Fantastic Friday, Thrilling Thursday, Wonderful Wednesday, Terrific Tuesday, Marvelous Monday.

How does that sound? Marvelous Monday.

I kinda like it.

The thing is, back in elementary school, Mondays *were* marvelous. I don’t remember dreading Mondays then. Weekends were great, of course, but school was fun, too. I think a large part of it was that even school had a sense of excitement and discovery about it. Every day, even Mondays, were filled with the possibility of surprises. Magic was around every corner. Back then, even the most everyday incidents would be cause for celebration: ice cream for someone’s birthday, a trip to a new restaurant, a note from your best friend passed secretively during class, a new game on the playground, a gopher discovered behind the kickball backstop…

I think it’s about time to bring some of that everyday magic back. Especially to poor Monday.

From now on, instead of moaning about Monday, I am going to try to make each Monday particularly marvelous. Maybe I’ll try something new, do a random act of kindness or gratitude, act spontaneously, bring out my inner 12-year-old. Any and all marvelous things will be chronicled here, of course!

Tonight is the Literary Awards at my university, and Michael Cunningham, Pulitzer-Prize winning author of The Hours, is the keynote speaker. I won an award for a short story I wrote, so I got a free ticket to hear Cunningham speak — and to a banquet beforehand. Free three-course meal? Sounds pretty marvelous to me!

Happy Monday, everyone~
Dallas ❤