February 13, 2011
Monday Morning
After the end of a short weekend, it’s time to go back to work! It may be a sad part of the life’s cycle, but as much a part of reality as the anticipation of the events that may be about to come.
For instance, I forecast a nightmare ….
If there happens my boss to be the worst nightmare, will I still be able to ever go to sleep unruffled?
Or if dreams are only my visits to the subconscious, why I cannot get over dreaming about people who made up my past days, or events which unmade my trust in own actions?
If there was someone who told you, as he did to me, that chocolate drives away “Monday morning blues”, must have been a white-lie or just a joke.
After two days of “freedom”, you find yourself captured in your work thoughts. If you are thinking that I am having a dry season on the relationship front, you are wrong.
I usually let alone a Monday morning, but today I blame Valentine’s Day, and this is far away from soaking in some nostalgia or anger, as some of you might thought.
I know you might have also noted that I am awake at this hour on a Sunday night and I shall admit that I am not keeping my eyes open because “When you are in love you can’t fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams”. It’s just that I pass through a period in which I am supposed to deal with allegations of being a workaholic. I wish I could have been carefree about work, depending more on instinct and spontaneity.
The sort of punctuality and accountability is this week’s suitcase for me.
Wish you a week that brings for you promises of dreams to fulfill and new joys to discover!
