So many people live for the weekend, glorying in Wednesday as Hump Day and as a result, hating Monday because it means the end of freedom. If you stop and think about it, this kind of life really is horrible.

What is it that makes one day better than another day? Why do we let ourselves feel so trapped and obligated into a routine that demands that we hate the first day of the week? Wouldn’t it be better if we saw each day as an opportunity to be the best version of ourselves? To improve upon who we were yesterday?

This is why I choose to not believe in Mondays. It’s merely today — and I have as much control over my actions today as I did yesterday.

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