Yesterday I was talking with a friend (she's 7), and she recited the days of the week.
Each time she started, she said, "Monday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday..." and then we'd crack up laughing.
"Wow, life must be great when you'd choose TWO Mondays in one week!" I joked.
Of course she didn't understand what I meant... but I bet you might?
Are you now, or have you ever been, at a point in life where Monday represented separation from where you'd rather be... disconnection from what you'd rather be doing?
Many people live with deep resentment/dread of Mondays because (for traditional business schedules), it commences a lie. Or if that word feels too extreme, it starts a compromised reality we feel trapped in due to financial obligations.
Freedom eats that compromise, and restores ownership of yourself, to yourself. On every day of the week. In every circumstance. Thanks for the reminder, Meta. I needed it. <3