Sunday dread

Another weekend that flew by.

Leaving the unfilling feeling of so many things left undone, a to-do list still 8 miles long.

Leaving the unsettling feeling of having to go back to the other me.

The me that resides in an office setting. The me that only lives within the hours of 9-5.

It's not that it isn't a good job, because it is. Matter of factly a career -plenty of room to move up the corporate ladder with good compensation and polite co-workers.

It's just not me.

Me - I'm carefree, adventurous, hates plans.

At least that's the me buried under this corporate shell.

Within just two days, the corporate me fades. I look back at the week through a haze. In awe of the shell of a person resembling me. A person I don't recognize even though she stares back at me through the mirror each day.

Yet, come Monday she will re-emerge.

There was a time I tricked myself into thinking I enjoyed it, that this was my forever.

Yet, I was wrong and now wonder how many more Sundays I can go through feeling the weight of myself - full of dread.

Wishing the next five days will fly by before they even come...

5 days adds up so, wishing my life away.

Full of Sunday dread.