Sunday - a day of reflection, worry, and passion
The more I walk in the years to come, it is happening to me on Saturday night to think, "Behold, tomorrow is Sunday, I will sleep until later, I will rest, will ..." and at 8:00 the next morning I've already made coffee and browse the morning press, of course - online. Sunday is the day of the week that passes the fastest and the least things are done.
According to recent surveys on Sunday, purely statistical, most people feel less fortunate. There is a state of mind and spirit that actually has a particular name - Sunday Night Blues (Reflected on Sunday night). This is a thought that crosses our minds on Sunday night. Urban Dictionary defines it as a feeling of anxiety, anger, helplessness, butterflies in the stomach (not of those when you are in love and generally depressed by the thought of going to work or school the next day - Monday.
In the footsteps of logic, it turns out that in fact, this feeling is an indicator that you do not like what you are doing and not satisfied with the working week.
I know many people who feel that way. I remember myself when Sunday was a tough time and only an unpleasant feeling of tomorrow. I remember why.
Preparing for my material, I read through various psychological studies, and it turned out that these thoughts that push us Sunday night are one of the diseases of our time. People are less and less beginning to think about the positive ones and focus on negatives.
Many people want to live in a world where work does not exist and where commitments are a myth, but that is not the reality that surrounds us and, in my opinion, we need. You do not really like your job, not that you work. I'm not sure if this condition occurs because we are so surrounded by so many people with different wishes to be, to become and because being different is already modern. Or because you work for someone else, what is not your dream for a certain period of time is considered a waste of time.
That's how I see things. There was a period in my life when I thought so too - I wanted to work for myself and express my talent and earn enough money to buy a pair of shoes a month. Yes but no. The problem with our generation is that we think that with a little labor and a lot of talent things will be done by themselves. And so to me. It did not happen over time, and I continued to work in a place I did not like to do a job that was not interesting to me in any way. And with every day I was upset that it was terrible, and every Sunday night it was incredibly hard for me to even think that tomorrow should return me to reality.
Until I read the following somewhere:
One must have three hobbies to love - One that holds it in shape. One that brings you money. And one that keeps you creative.
And you know, the problem was never in my job, but in my attitude to her, me and what I imagined would happen to me in the coming years. I began to write in my spare time, in the breaks of work to throw ideas. I began to accept my hobby for my purpose and to develop myself by continuing to work. And to put more effort and the paradox is that talent is something that only develops if you work with us. It is not only a gift from above, you are given the spark, you have to fire the fire yourself.
Now, when they ask, "What do you do?" I answer the question: "For money or for pleasure?
Of course, in the most wonderful way, you and I will work what we love on a full-time basis, but this will happen after countless sleepless nights and labor and love and purposefulness. But not the one that makes you look at the dreadful Monday morning, but one that inspires you to work for the Monday, which you will be happy to prepare for Friday night.
Sunday is still my day of reflection. At 8:00 in the morning, reading the morning press and writing his next article.
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