It’s Monday. And it feels like it.

Oh Monday. You always come around. I wish I could break up with you and kick you right out of my life.

But, alas, this is not meant to be.

I’m tired today. A little bit sad. The tiniest bit overcome with self-pity. At least I’m willing to own up to it this time!

All that said, it’s going to be a long day and an even longer week. My prayer? Father teach me to serve. (And not to take everything so personally.)