It’s Monday evening. I have work tomorrow. Yep. 8:30am, on the dot. Right on the dot. Actually, a bit before the dot is preferable, but that isn’t always viable.
I’ve had four days off over this Easter weekend.
You’d think that would put you in a great mood, right? Right??
I’d hoped so.
Unfortunately, this isn’t the case.
My weekend has been a sad combination of multiple events, that, while perfectly great events in themselves, ended up poorly executed throughout my precious few days of freedom.
Sucky, right?
Kind of. I mean, I want to be upbeat about it, and try not to be so self-centred. It’s not the end of the world, there are other weekends in the year, and family is important.
It’s so, so hard to think that way when you’re worn down, tired, cranky, and just want something to go your way for once.
Even if it’s just for one afternoon.
It’s hard to squish in “me” time these days. When I was studying, I had all the “me” time in the world. Too much, probably. If it reached a tipping point, you’d find me strewn on the corridor floor, staring blankly at the ceiling wondering how ants made it all the way up there. In my underwear.
Yep.
These days, I’m rushing around trying to live my life in between work and (*sigh*) more study.
So while this is my first Easter weekend off in six years (retail jobs = no. public. holidays. ever.), I didn’t really get to do anything that I really wanted to do.
I didn’t get that satisfying feeling that I’d really lived it out, you know?
I’ve reached Monday night, and I’m reaching for my wine as I wallow in self-pity.
If only I could have found myself surrounded by the waves, the echoing crash putting me to sleep.
J
xx
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