Monday

{a love letter to Monday}

Oh, Monday.

Most people would say that we're not good together. That you want one thing, while I want another. That you're manic. That you're moody. 

I suppose that could be true.

There are times - oh are there times! Times where I want to pull my hair out, you frustrate me so. Times where simply your name gives me a feeling in the pit of my stomach. Times where I want nothing more than to avoid you at all costs.

Then, slowly, sweetly, quietly, you remind me. You remind me that to hate you would be to hate a significant portion of my life, and who wants to waste all that time? That there have been plenty of good times together, more than enough to outweigh the bad.

When our time together begins, the sky often lights up in soft pastels, signaling that it's time to celebrate that we're together again. Other times, like today, things can be grey, and we have to dig deep for some warmth and motivation to want to be together.

Sometimes, I feel as if we are on the same page. As if we so carefully planned our time together and our likes and dislikes and nothing can tear us apart. Other times, I feel as if the world is starting fresh, where we get to meet each other again for the first time and rebuild what we want to be to each other.

And if I look hard enough, search long enough, dream big enough, I'm pretty sure we can do anything - as long as we do it together.

Until next time . . .