I am disciplined from Monday through to Thursday night. Then someone says out and the spreadsheet becomes a little rumour that FOMO spends even faster.
Month: August 2025
Bags by the door, uniform waiting, that low familiar dread. Even if the weekend was messy, the Monday reset feels like being marched straight back.
Daytime me budgets and makes plans. Night me wants a mouth on mine and no chat about next week. Lighting does half the actual lying.