I'm not exactly sure why I was thinking about this over the weekend but I started wondering at what age did we start dreading Mondays? It couldn't have been kindergarten, because that was fun. Coloring, learning how to cut and paste for real and being read to was pretty damn cool. First grade? I don't know. Or was it just because that is how Mondays were introduced to us at some point in our early years? Imagine if it was the opposite and we were taught to love Mondays? To adore the idea of getting back to doing what you love and spending time with people who love to do the same thing? Always learning, always being a productive member of society. Trust me, I know about 90% of the population is not doing what they thought they'd being doing in adulthood but if you are in the lucky 10%, Mondays shouldn't be so bad, correct? They would be a start to a new week of doing what you came here to do without the dread, anxiety nor the hum drum of a long week ahead. Poor Monday, it really got the bad end of the deal, didn't it?