Mondays are Hard

There’s no way around it, no way out of it. I’ve spent the weekend surrounded and occupied, the music of laughter filling my ears and lifting my heart. I get lost in it, swept along, feeling as though it will last forever. Friday heaves me high up in the air, powered by anticipation. Monday drops me unceremoniously into the depths of reality. Everyone is off in their productive lives. I am left to sit home alone.

My phone rests silently on the coffee table. I check on him from time to time, to make sure that he is still alive and well. He is. I contemplate pulling the plug. His seems like such a wasted life; he would be better off simply off. I gaze at him apologetically.

Sorry you got stuck with such a dud. You deserve someone much more in demand than I. I hope you don't feel as useless as I imagine you to. I hope you understand. I promise to not drop you as much, hopefully that will make you feel better about being with me. Although, I doubt it.

I stare off into space, following the snowflakes as they drift towards the pavement below. I try to visualize a positive outcome to this whole mess. Truth be told, my heart’s really not in it. I troll the internet looking for the key to unlocking my destiny; only to end up depressed because, as it turns out, the key is for sale and I can’t afford it.

The Universe feels like a giant catch 22 today. What's one lowly unemployed person supposed to do? Wash my coffee cup, dry it, put it away. Breath in, breath out. This will all be worth it one day.

Repeat as needed.