When Sunday evening starts to sink

The week hasn’t started, but you’re already bracing for it. The light changes, and something in your chest pulls tight — the weekend is leaking away and Monday is standing at the door.

Notice that nothing is actually happening yet. The hard thing is tomorrow’s; right now you are only rehearsing it.

Try this

1. Name the hour, not the week. Say it plainly: “It’s Sunday, 7 p.m. Nothing on Monday’s list is due now.” You’re not avoiding it — you’re refusing to live it twice.
2. Give your hands one finishable thing. Wash the cup, fold one shirt, wipe one surface. The body calms the mind faster than the mind calms the mind.
3. Write only tomorrow’s first ten minutes, then set the paper down. Not the whole week — just the first move. The dread is about the shapeless pile; one clear step shrinks it.
4. Let tonight be ordinary. Warm light, something slow. You’re allowed to have tonight before you have tomorrow.

The point: Sunday fear is tomorrow borrowed at interest. Hand it back — the week will be met when it actually arrives, and you’ll meet it better rested.