All week I long for the weekend. I long to have uninterrupted hours, a break from all the common weekday tasks, a break from office, a break from this normal routine world.
I long for a chance to do those things I love to do..But when it comes, the one PRECIOUS day slips through my fingers, just like that.. One minute, they are there shining like a star and the next, GONE.
I always want to do things that I love and not that I have to..Only on such breaks, I get that chance.. Because on weekdays, I can’t do what I wish, love or want to..There are rules, I’ve to follow. I can’t yell at a client,even though I don’t like him yelling at me for something I haven’t done.. I’ve to be polite.. Even though, if I need a small break while working on a doc, I can’t without finishing it off as the further process might get delayed.. All these hours I long for the precious weekend..One day to suffice all my mental tension and to recharge myself.. One day to boost my energy and shine again… One day to make me feel real and attached…
Wondering why I boast so much about weekends? – to read, to watch movie, to stare out a window, to make things.
For me, it’s about the rituals – Sundays always mean a lie in, snacks and movies and shopping, then often seeing friends in the evenings (this isn’t happening recently)
I’ve always enjoyed a good book, but I find myself slipping away into the world of social media, apps and emails lately. So I’m rekindling our relationship. I’ve been recommended Sophie Kinsella’s books by my friend, I can’t wait for the next weekend as again, the precious I’ve been longing, just slipped.. once more… without me enjoying..