Smonday

My dinner date with my best friend reminded me of this:

Smonday-The-moment-when-Sunday-stops-feeling-like

You see, I’ve been looking forward to this dinner tonight since we made plans on Sunday. We had so much to talk about. But then as the minutes passed, I could feel the time slipping away, and the enjoyable time I was having being poisoned by the anxiety of the end of the conversation looming in the distance. There is suddenly a sense of urgency to cram in as many “talking points” and things to get off my chest as possible before the night fades away, and I am back alone with my thoughts on my way home.

There’s just never enough time to talk with your best friend.

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4 thoughts on “Smonday

  1. You described this part of the day/evening perfectly! I think as a neurotic person myself, I self-sabotage moments that should be relaxing for exactly the reasons you described. It’s hard to just BE PRESENT in the moment sometimes!

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    1. Yep. This not only describes last night, but pretty much every relaxing or non work moment of my life. The second I start to relax, I’m already thinking that soon it will be over and it I’ll be back doing whatever I was doing before. Sigh.

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