
On any given Sunday afternoon,
you will find me lamenting the start of a new week.
On any given Sunday afternoon,
you will find me wondering what happened to all of the things I wanted to get done.
On any given Sunday afternoon,
my most dreaded time of the week,
you will find me wishing for another day
to do all of the things I was sure I would be able to do if only…
On any given Sunday afternoon,
you will find me frantically trying to get ready for another work week.
On any given Sunday afternoon,
I will try, but ultimately fail, to pretend this isn’t just
another given Sunday afternoon.

Cross posted to The Two Writing Teachers March Slice of Life Story Challenge.
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