Everybody seems to dislike Sundays. It’s almost universal. It should be a good, restful day but somehow it’s ruined by the sad realisation that the weekend is past its mid-point and by the painful anticipation of the approaching Monday. I wanted to say it’s more of a self-fulfilled prophecy created by our glass-half-empty imaginations than anything else. But I’m an optimistic person who likes Mondays, and I’m still mysteriously affected by the Sunday blues.
As suddenly as he had arrived, the tall blue eyed boy with the disarming smile was gone, and that’s how I narrowly escaped having my heart broken again.
There was a small earthquake in my life, 2 years ago today, and after all that crumbled down and all that was rebuilt, I still don’t know where it is safe to stand. Some people will do that to you.
Hey, I’m a bit stuck for what to resolve for 2008. Any suggestions? Advice?
(Ok, losing weight doesn’t count, you funny people. )
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