Wake up from a whiplash weekend.

Throw clothes on, pray on the way there. 

Parking lot is filled with

Cars. Everywhere…

I circle ’round like a shark on the hunt, like a

Lion ready to pounce on an empty space. 

Circle, circle, dot, dot…

I turn to see a FREE SPOT!

Then disappointment as it’s taken. 

Frustrated, cuss words sit on the

Same tip of my tongue that I just 

Prayed with. 

“I HATE MONDAYS AT THE Y!” I yell out the car window,

Reaching for a parking garage ticket,

Feeling oh-so defeated. 

written this past Monday, April 20, 2026, after my workout at the Y. Yes, it happened just like this poem described.

Mishy 🦋🚙✨