There are just a few moments to go
Before Monday is here.
With its newness, loudness, and soul-crushing hustle.
With its plethora of anxieties staring me down from every angle.
I feel like a feather in a hurricane on Mondays.
I wish it were still Sunday so I can cocoon myself and continue hermiting from the world.
Monday is here.
But I am going to win today.
And so will you.