Sunday will be gone.

 

Sunday’s almost gone, and witt it, the last bit of quiet before the grind begins. the week waits for no one. it doesnt fcukin care how u feel about it, or how much u need the break. time’s moving, and it’s relentless. 

but here’s the thg - every Sunday dat slips away reminds u of one thg: dammit, u’ve survived. the week before din break u. u r here, standing at the edge of it, ready to face watever’s coming next. dat’s the real challenge. not wat’s ahead, but how u’ll meet it, how u’ll deal wit it, how u’ll push thru it. 

the noise, the deadlines, the ppl, the pressure - it’ll come, as it always does. and when it does, u’ll move. u’ll adapt. becoz Sunday doesnt last, but u do. rmbr dat - u do really u.

so, take the last minutes of today to rmbr dat. the week doesnt get to decide what u r capable of. 

u do.