Sunday night and adulting
I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the way Sunday afternoon and evening became way less cool than they used to be. The obvious conclusion one could draw is that as we start adulting, the work week looms. And I don’t care what anyone says - the obligation of work can weigh on you, no matter how much you love what you do.
So why ‘blog’ about something just to complain about it - not that there’s anything wrong with that. I guess I consider this an experiment where I try and reclaim some of the positive energy caught in the web of years past. I don’t know what to do, or how I’m going to do it - but my guess is it can’t hurt bringing it to the forefront of my mind. Think I’ll leave things there for tonight.