Unhinged

I woke up on the right side of the bed today. I woke up next to the most beautiful person. I kissed him goodbye and went back to my cocoon. I thought I was ready. I started my day and tried to channel my inner-extrovert, but in doing so I nearly drained myself completely. I couldn't imagine tackling the rest of my day. I thought I was ready. Maybe it's because Mondays are so heavy. I thought I was strong enough to carry the weight. How will I ever survive? It might be unfair to compare my efforts. Maybe it isn't so black and white. My tarot reading mentioned I should find a balance between my life. I feel like I'm breaking.