Drooping Mondays

There was a time when I used to love Mondays. For me, it would mean the beginning of a new week. A fresh slate, where yesterday’s mistakes are wiped away, a chance to redefine who I am and create a world closer to my idea of perfection. Of late, I am beginning to hate Mondays. I wake up listlessly, drag my feet, my soul droops, there’s something wrong and I don’t know how to fix it.