This weekend I had to make a guilty confession to the
family. I have had a little black cloud hanging over me. My confession… I’d been catching the slow
train home on Friday nights without telling them. I know I’m very bad. I just
needed the extra relaxation time the slow train allowed me. I needed to ease into the weekend after a
stressful week at work. It made me feel so guilty, like I was selfishly stealing
some family time. My confession is out now. I’ve been granted permission to
indulge in my guilty pleasure…bliss…on the proviso that I do catch the fast
train when I’m needed at home early on the odd occasion. I was doing that
anyway. Nothing has change except I no longer need to feel guilty. J
I don't think there's anything wrong with the slow train, even symbolically. Sometimes I get off the highway early and take backroads home. Clears my head. When I worked a few minutes from home I discovered I missed the opportunity to decompress.
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