I love weekends for their lack of work things, but I hate my ADHD because the weekends just pass and I get nothing done, neither important things nor fun things. So they just go to waste.
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I enjoy the weekend, but I often feel like I wasted it or it went too fast. So, there are some conflicting feeling there.
I really enjoy my work, but it's mentally tiring, so i end up in this bizarre back-and-forth where during the week I look forward to the weekend, and at the weekend I look forward to going back to work.
The lack of structure at the weekend is frustrating.
This sums up exactly how I feel
I love the weekend but the very thing I love (no “musts”) is often what makes me feel like shit. So I have to against my instinct and make plans/schedule things. But then I often go overboard in that direction instead. So there’s certainly some amount of really frustrating inner conflict going on there. 😥
I used to look forward to the weekends because it was free time for me to focus on my own priorities in life. I was in the US Air Force for 20 years, and work always took precedence over personal life. It was literally one of our 3 core values: 1.) Integrity First; 2.) Service Before Self; 3.) Excellence in All We Do.
But I retired last summer (at the young age of 38) and now I'm getting a decent enough pension and disability benefits that I don't need to work anymore. I can be officially retired if I want.
Now, I hate the weekends because they're so busy. Every time I go out to run errands or do something fun, everywhere I go is packed with people enjoying their weekends. If I want a nice, quiet day to myself, I go out on weekdays now, while everyone else is at work. I can focus on whatever my goals are for the day and I'm not stuck dealing with crowds. Also, businesses are more likely to be open on weekdays, so I have better luck accomplishing any projects I'm working on during the weekdays. It seems, every time I need to call a business for something, it's on a Saturday or Sunday and they're closed.
It's funny how being retired makes weekends the worst time of the week to be productive.
Nope I love them. They're the only moment in the week where I really have a sufficient level of energy to properly enjoy some of my hobbies. On weekdays I'm always a bit too drained to really properly enjoy the more mentally or physically intensive hobbies
Yes! Especially since I've been under/unemployed for the past 2 years weekends are killers! If I had a job I'd be able to spend money on going out and dating (gas is super-expensive if even groceries are outside your budget). But I basically just have to sit on my hands and wait until Monday when I can continue the job search in hopes of some income.
Maybe try doing chores at the weekend like cooking a big meal you can divide up and freeze to save time with an easy meal during the work week.
I found DBT tremendously helpful for learning how to navigate unstructured territory without becoming agitated by it. I have noticed my frustration tends to build up because I resist feeling uncomfortable, not because I am actually just uncomfortable. It’s counterintuitive and takes practice but it’s been eye opening how much something as deceptively simple as “accept discomfort” actually helps.