I've always liked a Monday. It feels fresh, clean, the start of something new. I always thought it was the start of the week, until someone pointed out to me not so long ago that Sunday actually is the first day of a new week. Which I felt embarrassed about, because at the start of my third decade alive I hadn't even known which day was the beginning of the week.
But for me, Monday is my blackboard erased and sponged. Allows me to forget all the small kicks I've given myself in the rear over the course the last week. Because I think we need that, as family members, friends, bosses, employees, just as people. To be able to wipe away all the social fumbles, awkward moments, and tricky situations that don't amount to anything besides a chip in the confidence.
Every day is a chance to make the week as a whole a better one, and every week is a chance to make seven new days better than the last seven. Just by forgiving yourself of all the human mistakes that don't matter in the long run. Because I know that no matter how badly I have thought I've fucked up, I'm ok. I'm still kicking, and forgiving myself of my blunders doesn't make them go away, but it makes it so I can take my lesson from the situation if there is one and not pile any unnecessary guilt on myself.
So I bought gin on a Monday morning, so I can drink it on a Thursday night, make a rash decision in the dawn hours of a Friday morning, and retrace my tipsy steps on a Saturday afternoon. Then erase it all next Monday, because for me that is what Monday is for. For remembering that I'm just one person, and people don't need to give themselves more frustration or blame than life already hands them.