The Tuesday hangover after the three-day weekend — No, I don’t mean the kind that comes from over imbibing in spirits, but the kind that you get at work after a three-day weekend when you realize the work hasn’t stopped, but piled up like a ready avalanche that keeps coming toward you no matter how fast you seem to go. It makes those “short” weeks seem even harder as you try to catch up so you can at least start the next week on an even keel.
Don’t get me wrong, I will still take those holiday weekends, whatever it is, whatever it takes, be it Memorial Day, Fourth of July/sometimes, Labor Day, Columbus Day, MLK Day and the like — sometimes even Christmas and New Year’s Day. They punctuate my work life. And I work where I work because I do get holidays and weekends off.
Sometimes I wonder what will punctuate the year, the seasons, the months when I finally do retire, but I am sure I will create new accents to my mundane.
I can enjoy small rituals and create many celebrations.
We pay one way or another. We pay for our little “freedoms.”