Like the Sunday Blues, where you lament the loss of another weekend gone by, dreading the imminent arrival of yet another Monday morning. I used to get that a lot as a child, still do. I would feel inexplicably sad as the BBC’s The Lion, The Witch, & The Wardrobe came on the tv on a Sunday evening. As much as I enjoyed it, it signalled the end of the weekend. I don’t like goodbyes. So it gets worse when you’ve come back from holiday. The realisation of that ‘back to work’ feeling in the pit of your stomach, the hum drum of ‘Normal life’, and the guilt for eating/drinking/spending too much all flood in.
I wish I could practice mindfulness more. To be in the present, not thinking about the past, or fearful of the future. As Oogway says in Kung Fu Panda, ‘Yesterday is history, tomorrow a Mystery, today is a gift. That is why it is called The Present’.