Hey,
There is a particular kind of Sunday night that no one warns you about.
I spoke to a guy on a call this month who had just got back from a scouting trip. He was buzzing. Notebook full, brain firing, completely alive.
And then it hit him. Tomorrow is Monday. And Monday means back to the job he can’t stand.
He wasn’t complaining. He said it quietly, almost embarrassed, like it was a weakness. It isn’t. It is the most normal thing in the world, and almost no one talks about it.