Saturday

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Some crazy fool agreed to work today. (That would be me.)

Working on a Saturday always feels a little wrong. Like wearing socks that don’t quite fit but deciding it’s not worth fixing. The world is quieter, my brain is louder, and everything feels slightly out of sync.

I’m technically working, but my mind keeps wandering. One minute I’m doing my job, the next I’m staring at nothing thinking about absolutely everything. I kinda think Saturdays have this way of feeling both heavier and lighter at the same time, in a weird limbo style way. (Cue the calypsos!)

There’s this tiny (like really small) bit of guilt too. Like I should be doing more here in the office because I’m already working. But also I feel like I should be doing the bare minimum because (duh) it’s Saturday. I exist in that middle space today. Half productive, half daydreaming, fully overthinking.

I keep thinking about random things. Conversations from years ago. Things I should have said. Things I probably shouldn’t have said. What I want next. What I’m scared of next. Whether I actually want quiet or if I just think I do. Y’all already know my brain likes to do this fun thing where it jumps topics like it’s allergic to staying in one lane.

Working on a Saturday seems to make me even more tired than a typical work day. Maybe it’s because my brain is freaking out thinking “You’re supposed to be resting, you silly goose!” I don’t know, it’s just a weird day.

So here I am. Working. Rambling. Thinking too much. Not thinking enough. Letting the day be whatever it wants to be. If Saturday wants to be a little chaotic, a little unstructured, a little all over the place, I guess I’ll be right there in it.