"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."

Mondays.

I've never really liked the stereotype of Monday. I think it's unfair and undeserved. I wholeheartedly believe we should give every Monday a chance. Like really, what did Monday ever do to you?

Well, today. Today I tried to give Monday a chance, and it just chewed me up and spat me out.

I've gotten to this point where I'm concerned with the "directions I'm taking". This happens to me every so often. In college, I usually evaluated a change in study every three to six months. I went into the whole: "who am I? What am I doing? Who am I supposed to be?!" panic mode.

This usually ended with me in tears with my mother on the phone; her trying to reassure me that while yes, every decision I made counted, did not in turn mean that every decision I made was forever. I would dry my tears and mope to the student union where I'd vent to friends over buffalo chicken wraps and Starbucks coffee. Our vent sessions turned into laughing sessions and we usually ended the night lounging in Memory Mall watching the stars.

And then it came to college graduation--where I was pretty sure my world was ending. What was I supposed to do with my life now? How was I supposed to just wake up one day and be a grown-up? How was I supposed to start my career?! Again, this ended with my mother telling me that none of these decisions had to be forever; they just had to be for right now. And if I thought with my heart and my head, I would make the right decision.

So here I am, almost two years post undergrad graduation, and it's Monday. This morning I overslept giving myself a mere twenty minutes to pull myself together. I realized I had a fairly ginormous tear in my favorite pair of tights. I hurried out the door into the lovely West Hollywood/Beverly Hills/West LA traffic. I cursed myself the whole way there over why in the WORLD I chose to live in a city where driving a simple 6 miles takes me almost 45 minutes. The man at the coffee shop in my building was neither friendly nor attentive and completely screwed up my order. I twisted my ankle (again) and it's now the size of a baseball.

For a quick minute, I let today get the best of me. In fact, up until posting this I was letting today get the best of me. I found Negative Nancy knocking with thoughts like, "Ugh, typical Monday. The rest of today is going to suck--just accept it now and move on. Everything's failing! What are you doing with your life?!"

And then I really took a look at my life, but specifically the last two years.

The direction I took in college surely guided me, as did the choices I made after college graduation. But none of my decisions or "bad days" or experiences defined who I am. And I'm honestly surprised by and proud of the girl I am today.

So, take that, Monday. Lucky for me, you're almost just another sunset under my belt.