A wonderful thing has occurred since I retired. I don’t dread Mondays any longer. In fact, I welcome them. I have assigned them as a special day of celebration.
And there is always something to celebrate, even in the worst of times. Every time we arrive somewhere safely, we have something to be happy about. Every time our children or a friend rushes up to greet us with a hug, we have something to celebrate.
Every time we get out of the bed and can take a deep breath and go for a walk, we have something to be thankful for. I think gratitude is the essence of a joyful existence, and happiness is a muscle we must use or lose.
I have lived parts of my life in wonderful circumstances I failed to appreciate. So you might say I’m making up for those lost times.
Joyful times are not so much an objective reality as much as a subjective decision. Chronic complainers miss the boat. So let’s get out there and celebrate Monday.
I’m starting off by toasting the day with five cups of coffee (which I always do anyway). I just heard the talking heads on the news announce that recent research indicates that five cups of Joe a day can prevent Alzheimer’s disease.
Now, there’s something to celebrate! I may even go out and buy myself a “Monday gift” – a new coffee pot perhaps?