Vicky Ayala

I Heart Sundays

No other day brings on as much peace and anxiety, all wrapped into one little bubble of emotion the way Sunday does. You wake up and realize there’s one more day before the work week begins. It’s exciting and calming. No rush hour commuting. No frantic mad dash for the train or bus. Just your blanket and the sunshine.

But then you realize it’s Sunday, the day before Monday. And the bipolar rush of emotions kick in.

OMG it’s Sunday, where did the weekend go?

Self-employment is not as neurotic as a traditional 9-5 job. The flexibility to call the shots on when I work is liberating. I’ve toyed with the idea of redefining my weekends to Sunday and Monday instead of Saturday and Sunday because Monday sucks. And since I find myself working most Saturdays, it makes perfect sense. The problem with my solution is that the “real world” still runs in M-F mode.

So I’m left alone with the codependent relationship I have with Sundays. Relaxing by day, anxiety-driven by night.