Mondays are like newborns. They all start out ugly.

Still, we want the best for them. We dream of what they’ll be, the opportunities awaiting them, the open doors, and fresh starts. We see their future as bright and limitless.

Time passes and some Mondays make us proud. They’re focused, accomplished, even beautiful. Setting a precedent for days to follow.

Others are disappointing. They’re unproductive, dare we say “lazy”. Ending much uglier than when they started.

I sat my Monday down for a long talk this morning. I let it know what I expected – no, required over the next 24 hours. It didn’t go well. . .

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