Tomorrow’s Never Today
Monday.
That's it.
Monday
I'm getting my shit together.
Alarm at five. Gym at six.
Healthy breakfast. No more bullshit.
By seven-thirty
I'll probably have abs.
I don't know how fast that works.
But Monday.
I'm cleaning the apartment.
Starting that business.
Saving my money. Drinking more water.
Reading books. Plural. Might learn Spanish.
Fuck it.
Two languages.
I'M GONNA START MONDAY!
NEW LIFE, SAME ME—JUST BETTER!
Everything I've avoided for six fucking months gets handled Monday morning together!
I'M GONNA START MONDAY!
This time I swear it's true!
Tonight? Tonight I'm preparing mentally for all the shit Monday me has
to do.
Actually— Before Monday I need a planner.
Can't change your life without a good planner.
So I bought the planner.
Then I needed pens.
Then highlighters. Then watched forty-five minutes of somebody explaining how to use
the fucking planner. Productive night.
Monday I'm meal prepping.
Chicken. Rice. Vegetables. No more ordering food.
That's my pizza.
Different issue.
I'M GONNA START MONDAY!
EVERYTHING CHANGES THEN!
Budget, workout, sleep schedule— I'm basically becoming a different man!
I'M GONNA START MONDAY!
Unless Monday's stressful. Because starting Tuesday would technically give me a cleaner
seven-day cycle.
That's just mathematics.
Okay. SERIOUSLY.
Monday: Five-mile run. Launch the company.
Clean the kitchen. Call everybody back.
Learn investing. Fix my credit.
Organize the closet. Meditate.
Meal prep. Read fifty pages.
And maybe build a fucking deck.
Wait.
Why am I building a deck?
You know what's crazy?
I've spent so much time
planning the person I'm gonna become...
I could've done
one of these fucking things already.
Nah.
Monday.
I'M GONNA START MONDAY!
MONDAY'S GONNA BE INSANE!
Monday me is disciplined,
organized, financially responsible and completely changed!
I'M GONNA START MONDAY!
I CAN ALREADY SEE THE NEW ME!
( MONDAY!) Gym! ( MONDAY!) Money!
( MONDAY!)
EVERYTHING!
“Alright.”
“I'm ready.” “Wait… what
day is it?”