By Capt Sista Gurl - Laura Miller Starting around Thursday of every week, I make plans for myself and my clients over the weekend. Their quest is typically lighter than mine but it’s geared towards something that can make their Monday or upcoming week easier. My plan for myself is typically a laundry list of things to do. Things like to clean everything in the house, finish your book, broker a peace treaty, and REST. Fun fact. I have yet to accomplish all the weekend goals that I set for myself so like clockwork every single Sunday night I feel like I’ve failed. Doesn’t matter how much I did do, or if my daughter and I’s dance party was the best yet. I still feel like a complete failure. What’s ironic about this is, I know better. When my clients' text and say, they weren’t able to get everything done because they were exhausted, I reassure them. What’s even more perplexing is, when I worked in corporate America it was a different type of Sunday evening darkness. More like ...