Mundane, Tuesday, Wednesday ...

For many, the weekend's departure means a commute spent trudging back to the office for the start of Mundane morning.

This, followed by This-Tue-shall-pass Tuesdays, Wed-to-my-job-Wednesdays and so on.

As a collective, why are we not eager for the workweek to start?

True enough, work will always be "work." However, Monday mornings offer us the chance to climb into the captain's chair, declare war on our respective To-Do lists and by fighting the good fight, really earn our weekends.

I've learned that you can't exhale appreciatively on Friday afternoon without inhaling apprehensively on Monday morning.

I argue that one should relish the opporunity to turn a new page each Monday. Chalk it up to a cure for idle hands; or, write it off as the perpetuation of a mind's inertia. Just don't fight it. Mundane mornings are not a workday, they are an inevitability.

Only salmon swim upstream ... and they tire and get eaten by bears.

I say, come Friday, travel to work at the same rate of speed at which you leave it behind. Just don't forget to exhale on your way out.