this morning #135.

this morning, the first thing she wanted to do was go for a run among the breeze & trees of the trail behind her home. the first thing she needed to do was check her fucking work email. mondays were the worst. they usually started with strong coffee & her dreams being crushed. by noon, her spirit would be sufficiently broken, as her boss broke her peace with a piece of his mind. this was not the way she envisioned her graduate degree panning out. balling her fists. crying in bathrooms. praying for fridays like they were christmas. one day, she would lift her head & move on to sanity. for today, she would endure the masculinity & look forward to her evening glow.