Feeling that Sunday evening low is never nice. It can go either of three ways for me; lots of wine, lots of introspective thought or (and most often) a combination of both.
Last Sunday was different, i chose to go for a run around Peckham Rye. It was a very brief 20 minute saunter but i certainly felt the benefit of the endorphin rush.
I often try to think myself out of feeling a bit low, reminding myself of all the good things i do or have coming up that week. Some people call it positive thinking, others call it loving yourself. Whatever it is, im not so good at it.
Extending this metaphor, the physical act of running on this occasion was me making biochemical love to myself. Something i found far easier and more effective. A definite note to self.
On a side note it also reminds me about i back burner project about love and biochemicals...but that's another blog.
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be honest..