It feels repetitive
It feels repetitive and if you regularly read what I write you will also know. It is repetitive, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and then it repeats. I come to accept that the feeling I get between sometime Sunday evening and Monday morning is part of the repetition. Something inside me is getting ready for another week. Maybe the few days of the weekend to rest a bit after a week of activity but the resting too comes to an end as a new week begins to dawn. For we cannot live fully in the week that has just passed, another week, another day demands that we give again and again until we give all we have, we fall tired and somehow something inside knows it is Saturday.