the weekend blues
You'll probably think I'm an insane person, but I'm starting to dread weekends.
I just started a new job that I absolutely love, and the weekdays seem to just fly by. I wake up early, go on a run, then arrive work with a huge smile on my face, ready to take on the day.
But I find that when the weekend rolls around, I don't know what to do with myself.
Take this weekend for example - I literally spent it waking up late, watching movies, and eating. It sounds like a dream come true, but I didn't enjoy it at all.
This hasn't always been the case. In my previous job, I hated it so much that it literally felt like I was getting waterboarded during the week, only being allowed to come up for air on weekends (ok, that may be an exaggeration).
The worst were Sundays. I felt sick to my stomach just thinking of having to go into work for 5 whole days (no shade to the company - it just wasn't a good fit).
I guess this is how some people have super successful careers, but no relationships or life outside work.