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  • My eyes were still bleary, glands a little swollen and step pretty slow. I stood in line with the smell of roasted beans and pastries all around me, wanting that first sip of coffee so bad.

    Behind the counter a barista asked the woman next to me about her weekend. "It was good," replied the woman with some energy. "Great, actually. How was yours?"

    "Mine was good, too. I'm ready for Monday!"

    I shot a look at my line partner, stunned. "I have never heard that sentence in my entire life," I told her. I even double checked to see if I had heard right that our barista seemed not only ready but enthusiastic to face the start of a new week. I had.

    My new life goal is to be ready for Monday. And then to feel it strongly enough to say it out loud.
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