Sunday night
I guess it is a good problem to have:
I have slept a million hours, had fabulous conversations with my husband, and read the second half of a book and two magazines, and all watched four hours of the Oscars. Now I am sitting up at 11:40 p.m. and I can’t shut my brain off.
On one hand, it is great to think that I have crammed so much useful stuff into my brain over the course of 48 hours. I even got some work done that is “due” tomorrow. But sometimes Sunday nights make me feel helpless. I have all these ideas floating in my head and I want to do something with them. The problem is that I have to sleep, wake up, get dressed and then commute in before I can take any action.
(sigh)
Again – good problem to have. But it means that most Sunday nights you will find me sitting up late and fretting over stuff I can’t do anything about until I get to the office.
A waste of energy? Sure. But it is exciting to be losing sleep over the desire to be proactive and focused on Monday morning. I am fully aware that many folks out there hate their jobs, their commute and even their weekends.
So, if this is my biggest problem I am doing pretty good




