Precious days off, priceless free time

I see you clear as day

Bags of energy under bright blue skies

Endless opportunity

I wake on that morning and pause

Let me lie in, cause I can

Except now I’ve lain ‘too late’, it’s almost midday

And here begins the decline

Shower feels rushed and the dog needs fed

Should have washed my hair the night before

Now I’m catching up on tasks and need to run to shops, walk the dog, wash the floors

It’s 3pm, forgot to have lunch.

Just grab something on the go.

My ‘day off’ for ‘chill’ progresses like any other weekday.

No leisurely lunch.

Passion project another chore.

I ‘should’

I’ll ‘just’

I’d ‘better’

I ‘must’

‘Relax’ becomes a task to tick off

Blue skies and the clear mind I predicted for productivity, gets lost to the fog.

Too cloudy to concentrate. Anxiety wins another weekend.