You know the feeling…you slowly rise to the surface from sleep and realise it’s Saturday. Great! No work! Ah, yes but there’s chores to do instead. But the pleasure of knowing its Saturday stays with you. Even the day feels different despite the list of ‘must does’ in your head. There is a wonderful luxury about Saturday. If you have a job. No job means every day is Saturday and the whole work/job balance thingy is shot.
So much time, so little to do. Old conditioning is hard to shake off. I ought to be enjoying the freedom but it feels odd. I’ve been used to having a fixed amount of free time and I’ve built my life around having a job, carving out some ‘me’ time and fitting the chores into the gaps.
Now extra time means time to think, to brood, to feel guilty, to wonder what on earth to do with my time! In the words of a long-ex husband: it’s very disconcerting!
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