Sunday night blues. Mind is not ready to return to our desks. Eyes are not ready to read and strain under fluorescent lights. Bodies are not ready or willing to get acquainted with a new cough or sneeze this week. Hips and lower back are not ready to plop on a chair for 8 hours. Brain is not willing to enjoy a break only to have it end at the 14 minute mark. Mind is not ready to start packing lunches already. Body is still not finished with last weeks laundry. Feet are already aching anticipating the walking and standing required during the week. Skin is not willing to accept another random burn while working the grill. Cheeks are no ready to be set on a fake smile for 40 hours. My palms are not ready to shake and or exchange dirty money next week. My stomach is not ready to drink and absorb the 15 cups of coffee due next week. Lower back is not ready to suffer my driving for 20 to 25 hours a week beginning Monday. Knee is not ready to go up and down a scaffold. Pockets are not ready to receive what will be the bare minimum to survive this expensive life. I wont be living, I will be existing after Sunday night. The poverty endless loop.
Sunday night blues, the anxiety of not wanting tomorrow to come. Food for thought.
With luv,
ThatMrsJones
MJ Jones' Life 