I was taken aback this morning. Mondays have gotten more and more difficult to enthusiastically embrace over the course of the past few years. Living with Jess has generally been the source of the changes (her smile, long conversations, and kisses are the weekend norm 😉 but its the Mondays that follow our Sunday life drawing sessions, that have gotten all the more problematic, there’s a post session dopamine crash that’s hard felt. The press of schedules, entertaining, socializing, drawing, after session socializing, dinner… Going back to work the next day pretty much sucks in comparison…. Am I alone in feeling this one?
Zygote Blum 