Monday Fun Day

OK, so I’m starting a new series of blog posts; I’m going to try to write something every day. Mondays – which I am usually not very fond of – will be under the category “Monday Fun Day.” So, here are the instructions, generally, you have to decide to do something really fun to make it a TGIM (Thank goodness it’s Monday) kind of day. I’m reading a book that poses the question, “Where will you be five years from today?” In one chapter, the author says that “dreading Monday’s is a ridiculous way to spend one-seventh of your life.” Wow! That sentence was a pretty strong indictment of my attitude. The auther goes on: “Imagine this: Over the next five years you’ll recieve the gift of 250 different Mondays, each one coming into your life fresh and full of promise. What kind of magic and miracles could you create with this kind of time?”

Isn’t that amazing to think about?

I suggest that we make Mondays Fun Day. Now, I know that some days, you can’t go to a theme park, or take a road trip, or visit a comedy club, so I propose that we do something that either makes us or someone else laugh, or is fun. Even something little. I propose that even in the worst circumstances, we can do something fun, or to bring about laughter.

Let me give you an example. My sister-in-law told me a story of the husband of one of the women in her book club. He was diagnosed with Stage 4 Colon Cancer. I’m going to describe a perfect Monday Fun Day. I don’t know the guy, so I’ve taken poetic license with the story for the purpose of example – forgive me!

His first chemotherapy treatment was scheduled for a Monday. He’d been told it was going to be pretty rough – hair loss, probable nausea, fatigue, etc., etc. Pretty sucky, don’t you think? If anybody had a reason to really dread Monday, it would be that guy, right?

But listen to what he did.

Before his first Monday chemo, he went to a novelty store (or maybe it was a magic shop, not really sure). Anyway, he went to this place and bought a package that contained several costume mustaches – you know the kind – handlebar, bushy, dark, gray, etc. Anyway, this guy bought this package of mustaches.

On his first Monday chemo, he showed up at the cancer center wearing a thick, dark brown mustache. The nurse hooked up the poison – oops, chemo – into his vein and he sat there, waiting to receive the full dose – a 2.5 hour ordeal. After about an hour, while the nurses weren’t looking, the guy switched out the brown mustache for a gray one. Mind you, the staff at the cancer center didn’t know this guy – it was his first time there – so they had no idea if he normally had a brown mustache or a gray one, or even a mustache at all – it was his first time (of many to come) at the cancer center.

One of the nurses came back to check on the guy, and said, “Are you feeling OK? I’m concerned that you might not be tolerating the chemo very well.” The guy asked her why she thought that and she said, “Well, your mustache has turned gray.”

The guy looked at her, and said, “What?!? My mustache is gray?!? How can that be – I’ve only been here for an hour!” The nurse began checking his I.V. – looking at the bag, checking his arm, etc. Finally, he had to let her in on the joke. After she began understand, she began to laugh. This guy was always doing those sorts of things; trying to make others laugh and feel comfortable, and find something to make it a fun, memorable day.

This is a perfect example of a Monday Fun Day. Laughing in the face of dire circumstances. Or, simply laughing in the face of a Monday. Whatever.

What makes you laugh? What do you think is funny? What will you do with your next 250 Mondays?

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