an open letter to monday

dear monday,

some times, you suck, dude. i mean, seriously. you are sometimes a real buzzkill. especially when the weather is not what i want it to be like, or my hair flips out weird on one side and i don't have time to flat iron it because i hit the snooze bar two extra times, or when regis and kelly have a rerun, or i didn't get all the way to sleep good and proper until like three because it's so effing hot and my room is on the second story and has a wall full of west-facing sliding glass door that i'm too lazy to make drapes for, or because i know i have to eat my oatmeal because chikfila will make me a fatass and the oatmeal is already paid for, or because i think txdot has it in for everyone in my neighborhood because the road construction is ruining my morning commute and i think i'll never have a real exit unless i move, and npr is sometimes depressing as shit on mondays, and the top forty music station doesn't play music that i feel is relevant to my life and sometimes i think that's a good thing and sometimes i think it's totally terrible, and the fried avocado with shrimp was a real disappointment for lunch today, and i probably gave communion to a little old lady for the last time (again, shit man...i know, it's part of the job...but still, i mean, really...it shouldn't ever get easy), and got all hot and sweaty on my way to therapy. sometimes i think you exist on the calendar just to break me.

and sometimes, monday, you know, sometimes, you're also kind of great. because i had a great session, today and talked about all sorts of stuff i've seen and done and felt and thought over the last six weeks, and even though i didn't talk about everything i could have i still feel like i made progress and managed not to go crazy, and i ate fruit for dinner after i did yoga for two hours and held this really challenging pose for three minutes and i felt like a freaking rock star, and the whole time i was doing the second set of poses i was praying praying praying and just being thankful to this amazing G-d for creation and my place in it, and pretty soon i'm taking a long hot bath and reading my favorite book and going to bed. monday, i gotta say, you came through. sometimes i think you exist on the calendar just to break me...into something that can hold more than it did before it was broken.

mil besos,
rmg