So Ends The Dream
This is what my face looks like, staring at another extremely long stretch of work days in a row. Thirty-Three days to be exact. Memorial Day weekend and the time off that it provided was quite a welcome respite, but it was merely a dream that quickly passed in the night.
The days went by so very fast. I can only wish I had more time to not only get a bunch of things done that I need to do for myself, but to also take the time to enjoy my life and make it worth living. A couple of days is just not enough.
So now, as I drag myself back to work, where I am unhappy and constantly anxious, where I am every single day, I must look back at this past weekend and sigh, as the dream that was time off is gone, and the resumed reality of constant mindless, meaningless work lies ahead.