I really, really dislike Sunday nights.
Sunday mornings are fabulous. Sunday afternoons are full of promise. But when it starts to be 4, 5, or 6 p.m., I can almost count on feeling anxious,
moody or downright depressed.
It's been like this almost as long as I can remember in my adult life. I don't transition well between playtime and worktime (even if I enjoy both very much).
Friday night, the weekend seems long and full of potential. Maybe we'll do this, or that. I could read this, or write that. We could finish chores, watch sports, run errands, go to dinner.
Saturday, everything seems sunny and bright. No rush, maybe sleep in a little, get some things accomplished, go to dinner. What should we do? What can happen in this day?
Sunday morning seems relaxed. Read the paper, drink a mocha, laze around and breathe. Maybe we'll go to the bookstore, or work on things at home. Maybe we'll watch some football (which I actually like), and make spaghetti.
And then it seems to always come around late Sunday -- the blahs. All of a sudden, the weekend seems defined by what didn't happen, or what didn't get done (even if it was a nice weekend). And the cycle of the week is about to begin again. And we probably need groceries, or we didn't get bills paid, or this, or that, or the other thing. I almost feel like the entire weekend was a waste simply because I didn't experience everything and accomplish everything that I could have (even though at the time, I was probably pretty happy doing whatever I was doing).
Does anyone else experience this? What do you do to make those transitions easier?
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