Monday morning NON-blues

When i state that i hate waking up on a Monday morning i know, without a doubt, that i am not alone... and that is not only because my mom also feels that way. Maybe that's where i get the energy to gobble down a burnt piece of toast, down a burning hot cup of coffee and pull three non-matching pieces of clothes onto my nearly limp body. From the thought... more like the awareness, that i am not the only person suffering today. And that's when i start thinking...

Maybe there's people out there that has things on their minds that's a lot worse. That the pain and suffering from my perspective could maybe seem like a blessing to them. And although it is known to be a cliche, i should be grateful for the opportunities that today will bring. And make use of it in every way possible.

So, i am aware of the fact that the clock just hit noon. But this one is going to be great. I am going to enjoy every single minute of it. And my mission will not be to act grumpy because i couldn't get everything i want today, but to smile because of everything i did reach. And maybe, yours will be as well...