I Used to Dread Mondays

Not because of the day itself, but because of what it meant.

The end of freedom,

The return to routine,

The tightening of a collar I couldn't see but always felt. 

Sunday nights became a countdown.

Not to something exciting.

But to something draining.

Emails, meetings, obligations.

All stacked like weights before I'd even opened my eyes.

I used to dread Mondays because they reminded me that I was living for the weekend. 

Chasing 48 hours of life in a 168-hour week. But dread is a signal.     

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