As I get older, my schedule becomes more malleable and hectic all at once, though there are innate associations with each day of the week and month of the year that never go away. 

No shift in schedule or objective can erase those childhood associations. Mondays become easier with time in reality, but Sundays still fill me with a childish sense of foreboding for the days ahead. 

This post has 7 notes.
  1. alchemiya said: I ve suffered from ‘the sunday blues’ for years. I now run my own business and can choose not to work on mondays - but around sunday lunch - I am filled with the dread of monday morning ‘double maths’, of my school years.
  2. roxygen posted this