I’m as guilty as anyone of bemoaning Mondays and talking about how glad I am that Mondays only last 24 hours and only take up 1/7 of the week.

But I do think Mondays get a bad rap. And a lot of it is just self-fulfilling prophecy, like where if you think long and hard enough that you’re going to have a bad day, you probably will.

I get that Monday signals the end of the weekend. I also get that Monday means back to work, back to school, back to the humdrum routine.

But Monday also means another chance to draw breath, to open your eyes and see this beautiful creation. Seeing Monday means you’re alive. And to me, that’s a good thing.

Normally, I meet my friend on Monday and we go hiking in Radnor Lake State Park. That’s one part of my Monday I always look forward to. And what if Christmas falls on a Monday? Am I going to have to hate Christmas then?

I think that if you want to change your life, you have to change your mind. Change your way of thinking from focusing on negatives and “can’t”s to positives and “I can”s.

So I like Mondays. I like rainy days. I even like hot humid days (in very small doses). Because that means God woke me up and I was alive to see them.