Sundays have always been a tough day for me. I am a guy who has always struggled with living in the moment versus worrying about the future and Sunday epitomizes that for me. Sunday means that Monday is tomorrow, which means my weekend is over – whether that weekend was a break from high school, college, grad school or work, it never mattered. In fact, it was always worse with work – especially when I was in a terrible job like I was for the first two years of my children’s lives. Now, since I feel like I get paid for my hobby, instead of feeling the anxiety build within me all day long I feel a sense of sadness, what I call Sunday Sadness. This sadness, or maybe more appropriate, this mourning, is less because I have to go to work and more because I so love the time with my wife and twin three-year olds and I hate to see it end.
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