The serenity and contentment within me from my time in Paros, Greece for my summer holiday has now left me completely. That life that I dream of living — one where I only need to watch the sun set, with a journal and a cigar in hand — temporarily vanished.

I don’t like Mondays. It’s as if my soul leaves my body on Sunday night and only returns on Tuesday morning. Maybe it’s a feeling that I have inherited from my 11-year-old self during my school years, where dread and anxiety took control of me most Monday mornings. Or perhaps it’s the fact that I haven’t been enjoying my work for a long while now and Monday is the first day of non-enjoyment.