Sunday night approaches. I dig my heels in against the looming week. Wishing for Friday yet again before Monday even peeks her head. I don’t like being like that. I like enjoying each day as it comes, having something to look forward too even though work looms overhead like a giant spotlight and I am caught in the glow.
Does anyone else feel this way? Does anyone feel like their weekend goes to fast and the week drags like a dirty mop, slopping soapy water all over your mood?
I’ve been feeling depressed lately. One, because I am trying to cut back on sugar and that is no fun. Two, because the weather is dreary. And three, because…well…I’m not sure. Just a hanging sadness that is draped on my shoulders like a shaw on the peg of the door.
Maybe that is just the time of year. Maybe that is just the desire for chocolate. Maybe that is just because the week is starting. Maybe there is something more and I don’t know what it is yet.