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It's a good day to have a good day.

I think Mondays get a bad rap because they symbolize the end of the weekend: the end of relaxation, & the restart of obligations. I sometimes find myself dreading Monday mornings on Saturday nights while hanging out in bed with my boyfriend watching Netflix. And for two seconds I suffocate myself with anxiety before Claire Underwood does something empowering and I’m like, “yeah get it you bad bitch who I hate but love so much!” and forget aboutMonday morning until Sunday afternoon.

But what’s really so bad about Mondays? It’s a clean slate. Last week’s gaffes can be disregarded, swapped for better prospects and subsequently, better decisions in general. This week, instead of eating a huge bowl (okay a medium-sized bowl, I haven’t totally lost control yet) of Cocoa Pebz before bed on Wednesday night, I will opt for the small container of watermelon I paid like $7 for at Whole Foods. I will do my best to not jump down the throat of anyone who tries to talk about running with me as I am still very bitter than I cannot run due to my extensor tendonitis. (Sorry again, Jake.)  I will make more time to do homework, to write, to pray. These things took the backburner last week (and most weeks, if I’m being frank.)

I imagine I will never stop waking up on Monday mornings pining for Friday just like I will never stop pining for cannoli while I’m eating quinoa chocolate chip cookies.

Quinoa chocolate chip cookies are good for what they just like Mondays are good for what they are. When juxtaposed with Friday, you bet they suck chode. But standing on their own? I guess they’re not so bad. Unless everyone else is cranky because it’s Monday at which point I’d advise to just avoid eye contact and chill in the outer recesses of one’s own mind because I'm not really convinced that the inner recesses are accessible so early on in the week.

*Note: I’m usually not this optimistic about things. My mom would attribute it to my being born on a Sunday. However, I must assume it is a side effect of eating healthy and working out regularly. How can I be moody when the crocheted crop top I bought is looking better on me every day?

(I’m busting my ass so I can say that.) (Also, still doesn't look good enough to wear in public so I can definitely say that.) (Note to self: blog post on body image.)