Dear monday,

Dear monday,

I don’t hate you.

I get what you are trying to tell me.

I don’t want to hear it.

I get on that train, and a part of me dies.

I go to those meetings, and a part of me dies.

I get that promotion, and a part of me dies.

I sold my soul to the highest bidder.

That I put my dream on hold.

That inside I am a little lost.

I am ticking boxes.

Not doing what makes me tick.

And you remind me every Monday morning.

Monday, you tell me the truth.

Have your best day?

David Hieatt

David Hieatt

Bankrupt at 16. Thrown out of college at 18. Joined Saatchi + Saatchi at 21. Started howies in 1995. Sold it to Timberland. Left. Started The Do Lectures. Started Hiut Denim Co.

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