I hate Sunday evenings. There’s something ominous about having a shower and getting ready for bed knowing you’re going back to the routine of everyday life again. The weekends never seem long enough and now that the nights are drawing in, it seems to go even quicker. I feel like all I’m doing is moaning and not really achieving much in the process.
I actually had a nice weekend, catching up with an old friend in Brighton. When you haven’t see someone in so long, about a year in our case, it can go one of two ways. It can be like you were never apart or it can be incredibly awkward leaving you both wondering why you bothered. Luckily it was the first one and was just what I needed to pick my mood up after a really boring week that had been dragging.
I’ve been a bit angry at life this past week as nothing seemed to be going as planned. I want to blame it on hormones and periods but to be honest I think work was making me feel a bit unsatisfied as I hadn’t been overly busy. So I started taking it out on everything else in my life. I didn’t want to leave my boyfriend’s house on Monday and went to bed late meaning I was grumpy the next day. I dragged myself to Zumba on Tuesday and wished I didn’t. It felt physically draining which is probably because I haven’t been in a while but I was expecting it to cheer me up like it usually does.
Wednesday passed as another unimportant event but Thursday was slightly better. After a petty argument with my boyfriend, which was resolved pretty quick, life started to give me a break. The end of the week couldn’t come quick enough and I finally relaxed and enjoyed the weekend.
Here’s hoping that next week will be slightly more motivational and shake me out of this meh mood.