Even though it's a Monday, since today is a holiday, the last day of a long weekend, it feels like Sunday. The Sunday evening blues, trying to forget that tomorrow the real world will intrude again, trying to pretend that tonight will last longer than it really will.
It's not that I hate my life, I really don't, I just love the freedom of weekends, the escape from the routine of weekdays, time to potter around and do my own thing.
I am quite a home body. Home is where I can be at peace, be myself, no pretence, no having to ever wear a mask or try to act more confident than I really feel. Sometimes I don't answer the phone because I want to keep the real world out.
I love the feeling of beautiful solitude
Time alone to think
To indulge my imagination
I savour this precious time I can be in my home, it's my world, it's the safety and comfort of my own creation
I am surrounded by my books, my music, things that inspire me
And so I will try and banish any melancholy feelings and beat back the Monday Sunday blues, read a few more pages of my book, help my boyfriend make a nice supper, watch some Ugly Betty, take pleasure in a quiete evening at home......
(Picture credits: 1 & 3: via parachuteshark; 2, 5, 5, 6, 7: via Grungegypsy; 8-10: Camilla Akrans)