Still Life and Sunday Blues

Sundays are sometimes the most difficult of days.....I woke up this morning feeling a sadness in my heart that I cant really explain. Is it memories of the past that my subconscious clings on too......Sundays when I dreaded school the next day because the first lesson was something I didn't like or I had to read my work out loud which always caused me stress. How silly this is.....its a long time since I was at school and now that I am older and I am once again learning, but in an environment that I love and that I have no qualms about discussing my work with others...why then do I still remember those days?

Sundays was also the day when my mum would tell me off for not having worked hard enough on my homework or I hadn't practised the piano enough.....Sundays was always the one day of the week when she was moody and at odds with everyone and everything. Am I just repeating history....mimicking her ways....Sundays are to be enjoyed....I have a wonderful life.....I have no worries that are big enough to get me down...so why the sadness? I have to shrug it off....understand maybe that its not my sadness....it doesn't happen every Sunday...just sometimes....maybe I am delving too deep...maybe its just that this weekend has been a mixture of emotions.....maybe I'm just being silly.....