it's times like these...

Disclaimer : 

I had hesitated to post these personal admissions because I didn't want to dull the mood.
Regardless of the resume that this blog showcases, 
regardless of the fashion fridays, regardless of the promotions and events.
This is blog is about The Everyday Girl,
and I have to remember to not loose sight of her and the mission...

I hate Monday... Not the way that you hate Monday.

Because you just had the best 2 days off ever.
Because your boss sucks or because your commute is long.

Quite honestly Monday never bothered me much, it seemed that anything and everything always went awry on a Monday morning because everyone and their mom thinks that Murphy is against them. Personally I think Wednesday is the worst "work day of the week".

Everyone always hates Monday. Writing this seems funny because there are so many obvious reasons for Monday hating. But I never had an issue with "her" (yes now I refereed to Monday as a female). I laugh all the time thinking about how everyday is over analyzed, over packed, unorganized.

I hate Monday, every Monday since January 6th. I try to be positive, reflect and laugh and find my own solace in the day. I had always promoted Monday as the feel good uplifting day of the week on this very blog! (And I will continue too)  I believe starting the week off on a good note is ideal.

However for me, Monday and I can never be friends again. 

You can settle down, I'm allowed. 
And you don't have to understand my position either.

For some reason I have to be blunt about Monday, maybe if I get it out there and put it in black and white I will be able to slowly let go of the fear and the anxiety that it brings. I know that there is nothing I can change, and nothing I can rationalize other then... 
It was a day that my life changed forever.

It is a day that I don't wish upon anyone. It is a day that I will never forget. It is a feeling that is so overwhelming, that as a writer I have never had the words to muster. 

I have slowly made my rounds back into what many people call "life" but I am insecure with the world right now. Don't get me wrong, I go out, I shop, I engage in social activity, I have to go to work, I am still creative, I am still planning events, starting a foundation, I still write and have to "turn it on".

It is okay to be happy. It is okay that you are happy around me. It is slowly becoming okay that I am sometimes happy. Believe me my family, my boyfriend and my friends have all been making me feel so much love, I am so blessed and I've been able to be together with them through a lot of moments and being happy to have them is something I will not deny. 

There is a fine line however between myself and Monday... 

In my own right for as long as I want it to. 

Monday hits me much harder then the average human. 

But I do believe in this... 
 It's times like these you learn to live again
 It's times like these you give and give again
 It's times like these you learn to love again
 It's times like these time and time again