Most of us live lives of routine, and that routine makes it so we never really forget what day of the week it is. Monday is awful, always; Fridays are a write-off; the weekends… we live for the weekends. And Sunday, well, it can be hit or miss. I used to live in a world of routine where Sunday was lost because I was constantly dreading Monday and the return to work.
I found that it didn’t really matter what job I had, I always hated going back on Monday. Nowadays, I’m lucky in that I don’t mind Mondays because I work from home and on my own terms, but Sundays still suck because it is a day that I would love to spend with Pat and yet feel it getting eaten away by his Sunday evening basketball and other family events.
I dream of travel… the type of travel that doesn’t come with an itinerary. You know the kind where everyday is whatever you make of it. There are no Mondays, there are no weekends and there sure as heck are no Sundays.
What day is it? Unfortunately, right now, it’s Sunday.