The Weekend That Wasn’t…
Last weekend was going to be the weekend. The weekend I had all to myself and would fill with worthwhile projects and endeavors. The weekend I would finally get caught up. The weekend I would make a dent in my to-do list of projects.
As I’m sure you can guess, none of that happened. After a little family bowling night on Friday, I woke up on Saturday with a head cold. While I’ll take one of those over strep throat any day, I was left with zero energy and even less motivation. Hello couch, goodbye to-do list. While I felt marginally better on Sunday, apparently I overdid it by going out for a late lunch with some friends and ended up calling out sick on Monday.
Even though I know it’s ridiculous, I’m still kind of mad at myself for spending most of the weekend on the couch or in bed. Those were going to be the days and I wasted them. Why all the pressure to make the most of those two little days? I think it has something to do with feeling burned out at work.
If I’m not happy at my job, I feel like I’m wasting forty hours a week. And since my brain is twisted, I start hyper-focusing on the rest of the time that I have control over instead of figuring out ways to make my work-week better. That means I set all kinds of expectations on my weekend, get frustrated if things don’t go as planned, and then spend the following week annoyed about it on top of still feeling burned out. Awesome.
I don’t really know where I’m going with this other than to say, I’m trying to fix my thinking. While I (will always) have a list of things I want to get done this weekend, I’m trying to remember to cut myself some slack when it doesn’t all get done. I’m also trying to figure out how to make my 9-5 better. We’ll see what happens. The first step is recognizing the problem right?
If all goes well, I’ll have some projects to share next week. Can anyone else relate to self-imposed weekend pressure?
Happy Weekend, Folks!