I pretend that my weekends are going to be so amazing. I’ll clean and exercise and work on hobbies that I didn’t have time for during the work week!

But in reality I barely work during the week, and then my weekends often turn into drawn-out mope-fests.

This weekend I should really fix my car. I’m excited for the new parts and it will be so nice to not have warning lights on the dash all the time. Yet my imaginary weekend is so fun and relaxing that I can’t muster up any desire to do something real and necessary.

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