Sometimes it seems to me that my brain and body live in different time zones. 🕰 The brain says: "Let's act, make plans, be productive," and the body replies: "What are you talking about, it's Monday... go back to bed." And so you lie there, counting the minutes until the moment when you can hide under the covers again, dreaming of the weekend, which hasn't even come yet. 🛌

I know that it would be logical to take a breath, drink coffee, get in the mood. ☕️ But sometimes the whole day passes with the feeling that I'm not in the right place. This discomfort is not about work, not about the people around you, but about that strange inner voice that reminds you: “You rest too little, and demand too much from yourself.”

And this is how I meet Mondays every time: with sadness, with quiet anger at the calendar and with the hope that tomorrow will be a little easier. 💫 Maybe this is the very reality of adulthood - to realize that life does not always go according to your plan, and at the same time try to find small joys among the endless “days of the week.” 🌿

Nata