How To Beat The Sunday Night Blues In Three Steps

Why is it that TGIF becomes FFS it’s Sunday in a heartbeat? Mondays chug along at a sluggish pace, while weekends speed past in a blur so fast you can hardly discern its size, shape, let alone colour. 


Just moments ago you were skipping out of work merrily on a Friday at 5pm with the weekend stretching out ahead like the open road and now you’re mournfully looking out the window and dreading the week ahead. You are not alone, my friend. According to a 2015 poll, 76% of Americans reported “really bad” Sunday night blues. 

The moment 4pm hits on a Sunday and the sun starts to lower in the sky, my spirits descend with it. I become more irritable, less vibrant. When my head hits the pillow, it fills with a crackling fire of thoughts that glow into the early hours. The embers are usually only turning to dust on Monday morning, as I open tired eyes and put the keys in the ignition of my exhausted mind. 

Sunday night sads.jpg

Surely it doesn’t have to be like this. As humans, we created the concept of time, so why can’t we make it recreate it? I’m on a mission to rebrand Sundays – and by extension, Mondays. However stressful you might anticipate the week ahead to be, it is possible to prevent those grey clouds looming ahead over a gloriously sunny Sunday. Here’s what my three-step methodology for combating the Sunday night gremlins. Disclaimer: I’m still a willing student and by no means a master just yet, but this method most definitely does help. 

Step 1: Look and listen
It isn’t easy seizing your mind, grabbing it and planting it firmly back into the present. But every time you notice it strolling off at a pace, take a moment to grab the reins and give it a good shake. Feast your eyes on the vibrant flowers at the market. Fill your lungs up with that fresh park air. Listen to the birds chirping. Being present is like training a muscle. The more you do it, the easier it gets. When you’re in the present, the past and future cease to exist and all you can do is focus on squeezing every last morsel out of your Sunday. 

Step 2: Make plans past 4pm 
Remember, every second of the weekend was created equal. The minutes and hours don’t depreciate in value as the clock ticks its way towards Monday. Whether it’s chilling in your PJs watching Harry Potter, gallivanting across the city or going on a run, make sure you continue making the most of your weekend. It’s two days long, not one and a half. Feeling particularly anxious about the week ahead? Be kind to yourself. Run yourself a hot bath, adorn yourself with a face mask, and listen to that podcast you’ve been meaning to listen to. Indulge yourself. You’re worth it. 

Step 3: Organise your life during the week
Sunday can often be synonymous with chores. Don’t let meal prepping, showering, cleaning and getting organised for the workweek take over every Sunday. Instead, try chipping away at these jobs throughout the week before so they don’t take up a solid block of time. Order a food delivery for a Thursday evening and do your meal prep, pack your workbag on a Friday as you’re leaving work and clean your apartment on a Saturday morning as the weekend begins. 


Sunday evenings are not to be feared, they should be enjoyed with the same fervour as a Friday night. Inject some TGIF spirit into your Sunday night, you won’t regret it.

Why I Really Love Trains


Moaning about public transport is pretty much a hobby in England. The week would not be complete without a whinge about trains —  especially delayed trains that make us late for work on a grey and gloomy Monday morning. 

I’ll admit it, I’m the first to lament being late due to signaling problems, or that I missed that important meeting thanks to points failure (what now?!). Having commuted for four hours a day (two hours each way) for the past year, I’ve even got a favourite subject line for emails when a tardy train disrupts my morning flow: Train Pains. 

While I’ve bitched to South Western Trains on Twitter when I thought I may be stranded in London or rolled my eyes when the guard said we’re running behind schedule, it’s important to remember the magic of train travel. 


I absolutely love it when I see a family setting up camp at a table, unloading an impressive spread of M&S sandwiches and regaling tales from the day. Once upon a time, travelling by train was a luxury. It was an exciting adventure. An event.

I’ve started to learn to make peace with a late running train. When you consider the train journey as valuable time, not dead time lost to a tin on a track, then everything changes. 

Instead of working myself up into frenzy about what my colleagues will think when I stroll in as they sip their third cup of tea of the morning, I'm coming to accept a late-running train and raise it productive work emails, a second-serving of the new podcast I discovered or a bonus 40 pages of my book. When else do you have an hour of undisturbed reading time? Perhaps you’re in need of some quiet or a nap? No problem. The gentle whirr and movement is the perfect lullaby. 

The other thing I love about trains is watching beautiful countryside sail past. There’s nothing more magical than watching the early morning mist rise above lakes or cows grazing in the fields. In the same way a holiday allows us to view our lives at home in a new way, experiencing the vastness of our landscape and watching lives from afar instills a similar sense of perspective. 


And how can I forget about the seasons? From crisp winter mornings on astroturf pitches to dewy Spring sunrises, they guarantee no journey is ever the same. You might do the same journey every day, but every day you will notice something you’ve never seen before. 

Next time you commute, consider it an occasion. A chance to take yourself out for the day, to learn or see something new. To watch the world from afar and experience your country from a unique and, let's face it, rather beautiful place.

A New Chapter On The Internet

This is so difficult to write. I’ve read every ‘how to blog’ post, watched every video, devoured blogs I admire. How on earth, in 2018, do you start a blog? Or perhaps the question should be, why do you start a blog?

I can’t help but feel like a total narcissist joining a world so thriving and colourful… no one needs another guest at the dinner party. For one, there isn’t room. Unless you fancy pulling up a fold-up IKEA chair and awkwardly maneuvering your elbows all night as to not jog your perfectly preened, Insta-famous neighbor.


What’s more, I’ve forever been one of those curious self-starters, exploring new platforms with a yearning to produce content. However, it doesn’t always last long. And I can now be totally honest why… because I was doing it for all the wrong reasons. I started a music blog called ‘The Music Minute’ not just because I love music, but because I saw it as a vehicle to getting me the job I so desired. Posting on the blog felt like an arduous chore. I mindlessly scrolled the Internet looking for inspiration and (I hate to admit) nicking a few metaphors here and there.

Once I landed safely in my so-called dream job, I packed the blog away into a drawer and it’s been gathering dust ever since. That’s not to say I haven’t thought about feeding my creativity with other projects. My mind has been full of wild ideas that, when it comes to execution, never quite get off the ground.

From Train Pains (a blog I created to document the very real struggle of the daily commute), Life and Life Only (a lifestyle blog, not dissimilar from this, for which I spent at least two months pontificating about the name, only to christen it with a line from a Bob Dylan song – it still sits as an expired trial in Square Space FYI), to an Instagram account @cookiecombat to try and encourage me to, well, give cookies a wide birth… you get the picture. I’m a serial offender when it comes to starting a project, getting excited, and then getting bored soon after.

What’s different this time? I’m doing it for complete, unadulterated enjoyment. There is no end destination in sight. Just a desire to write in the hope that somehow, somewhere, someone will connect. 

One day, out of sheer curiosity, I tallied up the number of jobs I'd had (including every Saturday job, unpaid internship, freelance gig, etc) and I totaled a whopping 34. THIRTY-FOUR. More than one per year I've been on this planet. Although, I obviously wasn't working when I popped out the womb. While my number may suggest grasshopper tendencies, it's also representative of the picture painted of Millennials more generally. One LinkedIn Executive suggested that Millennials will have 15 job changes in their lives — so I'm kind of already over halfway there. Gulp. 

The most common thread in my twenties so far is an unshakeable feeling of being lost. In what feels like the throes of a constant existential crisis, I am often found questioning my career and life choices. One quick scroll through my Whatsapp conversations would reveal that many of my friend's feel the same. Millennial grasshopper stereotypes aside, I hope writing this will help me and others find our way, wherever that may be. 


And so it begins, a new chapter on the Internet.  Here’s to the journey.