I think my real depressions started when I was about 16 and doing The Patty Duke Show. I would go to bed at about 10 o'clock on a Friday night and not get up again until 6:30 Monday morning.
Now that is sad. I lived for Friday nights and I was usually okay until late Sunday because I knew that Monday morning would be coming soon. I still don't like Mondays.
I have a lot of friends who get up most mornings and go to jobs they absolutely hate. I don't think that's what life is about and I'm so fortunate that I actually love what I do.
Maybe we should be getting up each Monday morning with the thought in our heads that we are about to stumble upon something incredible today. We just have to be watching!