Monday never shows up

There's a diner sign that says Free Coffee Tomorrow. It hangs there every day. Tomorrow never arrives. The plan in your head runs the same way. Quit properly on Monday. Fresh week, clean start, a little more smoking first. It even sounds responsible. Every future date is a permission slip for right now.

Watch what Monday does when it gets here. It's a bad week to start. The morning goes sideways. Something comes up that clearly deserves an exception. A fresh date gets issued on the spot. The cigarette keeps printing new dates so it never has to keep one.

Nobody who got free did it on a perfect morning. They did it in a plain minute like this one, tired, unready, with something still unresolved. The date got special because of what they did inside it. Give today the clean start you were saving for Monday. Clear one surface right now. The counter, the desk, the nightstand. Today gets the job.

You don't have to feel ready. Ready was the excuse in better clothes. Ask God for today only, the size a person can carry. Just today, Lord. I can do today. The date you'll look back on won't be Monday. It'll be this one.