Sunday is the end of the weekend. It signifies yet another week gone by. Sometimes that equals another week gone by that I'm single, sometimes another week gone by that I failed on my exercise regime, sometimes another week gone by that I didn't clean out those blue egg crates filled with random paperwork I keep promising myself I'll get out of my bedroom. It also sometimes signifies the end of a great week I had with friends who came in from out of town, or the end of an awesome weekend with amazing friends just hanging out in the city.
Sunday is also the beginning of a new week. So many possibilities. Will I get everything done I want to? Will I end the upcoming week having made a great contribution at work? Will I end it proud of my choices? Will I end it having had a date with a great guy who has potential for more than 1 or 2 dates? The unknown... my biggest enemy.
I'm a firm believer in creating our own happiness. No one can achieve that but me. However, how much pressure is that?! Ah me... sighs all around. Sometimes I wish I could turn my brain off on Sundays between the hours of noon and 5pm.
And let me just clarify... they are blahs, not blues. They don't get me so down I can't function or so blue I sit in the dark and eat pizza and chocolate. Just blah... Anyone else out there have the Sunday blahs? How do you deal? Any tips?
2 of my top cures are below.
Light of my life.
Love of my life - does this really exist?? I need a real life Mr. Darcy. If anyone has any leads, I'll gladly take 'em. (Does anyone know how to insert the video straight into here rather than putting the link??)