My favorite part of the weekend is the early morning. That coveted part of the morning when most sane people are still sleeping even though the sun is starting to joyously creeping its way across the sky. Early enough that the roads are clear and the city is calm and you tiptoe even if no one else is around just because. I actually look forward to waking up early on the weekends–I dare say it actually brings me JOY. It’s my own little slice of time to do whatever the heck I want. To be agenda-free and commitment free. Time to think or not think. Time to just be, which happens to be my favorite time of all.
This morning, let me clarify—this MONDAY morning—I awoke not filled with bliss and excitement for the day but rather cranky, angry even, and ready to flip Monday a big fat bird.
Why can’t weekday mornings be peaceful and indulgent too? Who the heck put weekday mornings into a class of untouchables? And more importantly, WHY?!
So today I said “eff you Monday.”
And I plopped myself down on the living room floor with a special weekend inspired breakfast.
A little black coffee and a leggo my eggo topped with vanilla greek yogurt and blueberries:
And I sat and enjoyed my selfish unproductivity and this deliciously sweet breakfast while the precious weekday minutes melted away…
And then I did something just downright crazy. On this Monday morning I sat still for a whole 25 minutes and watched an episode of Sex and the City
And just like that, Monday morning became ever so slightly less unbearable.