The one when i forgot.


Dear Monday,

I forgot your letter last week. i’m sorry, my head was a mess. It’s been a hard couple of days in my mind, it was bad. i’ve been okay in the past months, but this week, i felt like was falling in a cold, black hole. So, yeah, I wasn’t really inspired last week. I’m still feeling mentally exhausted, but i’m a little better now. 

Lets talk about something else now, something lighter. Lets talk about Harry Potter. The new book came out yesterday, i’ve finished it in just a couple hours. Harry Potter is such a big part of my life and i’m so happy that we got a little big more of this world, of these characters. It did help with my mood. Books are always there when i need to escape for a while. Thank god for fiction. 

That’s all for today, Monday. I hope this week is better.
Yours truly,

Sarah.

The one in the early bus.


Dear Monday,

i’m writing you this letter in the bus, it’s not even 6am yet. The world is so quiet at the moment, i know it will get busy in the next couple of minutes, but for now i’m enjoying this empty bus. It got me thinking about when I was a kid and always the first one in the yellow bus. Waiting for my friends, sitting in the back with my pink backpack. Life wasn’t so bad. it’s crazy how things change, how i don’t sit in the back anymore, how i take the bus by myself, on my way to work not school. No more pink backpack. No more yellow bus. i kind of miss that time of my life. 

I’m still in the bus, Monday, and i just pass by my old house. I wish i could’ve snap a picture for you, it was a pretty house. and just like the pink backpack, it’s gone. We moved out years ago and even if i live just a couple of street from it, it still feels so far away. The numbers of memories, good and bad, that comes back rushing everytime i see the house is overwhelming.

I guess i’ve been feeling a bit nostalgic this weekend, so i felt like taking a trip to back in my old days. 
Yours truly,

Sarah.

The one when I start a new thing.

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Dear Monday,
I want to start a new thing today. I want to write you a little blog post every week. Maybe we could be friends if that works out, if I don’t forget, if I take the time. This new blog post idea is inspired by Brian Dales and his blog for Monday (X). You know how much I love him and his mind. You know how much his mind inspires me, how much his music is important to me.

So, i’m writing this during my vacation week. This means I finally have a week off from work. I don’t have to go anywhere, I don’t have to do anything, I can be lazy and unproductive and do whatever I want. I wish I had more then two weeks a year to be that way, to recharge my batteries a little. Life gets pretty heavy sometimes, I know you know what i’m talking about. It’s not only because of work, it’s just life in general. Sometimes it gets too much, and a little break helps. I’m writing this while hiding under my cover, on my couch, watching movies, because it’s cold and dark outside and is there a better way to spend Monday? Maybe you’d get less hate if everybody was spending Monday the same way as I do today. People just hate Mondays because they have to go back to work after a weekend of freedom. I don’t hate you, Monday, because for people like me, who works all weekend, you’re just an other day. Nothing better, nothing worst, just a normal day.

So, that’s all for today, dear Monday. We talked about me, we talked about life, we talked about you.

Yours truly,
Sarah.