I spent much of this long holiday weekend feeling guilty about not doing any work. I don't really like long weekends. They mess me up, make me feel out of sorts, ill at ease.
Q: Why?
A: I lose my grasp on time and place.
Q: What do I mean by that?
I'm not sure if this is exactly true, but the answer I'm coming up with right now is: I thrive on consistency and routine.
Maybe it has something to do with me being a Virgo, or maybe it just has something to do with me being me. In any case, long weekends break consistency and routine…