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  • It descends, normally, between around 5pm and 7.30pm and can be at its height at six,

  • especially when the weather is turning and the last of the daylight has burnished the

  • sky a shade of crimson pink. The Sunday evening feeling is ordinarily associated with work,

  • and the idea of going back to an office after a pleasant break. But this doesn’t quite

  • cover the complexity of what is going on: it isn’t just that we have some sort of

  • work to do that is dragging down our mood, but that we are going back to the wrong sort

  • of work even while we are in dire ignorance of what the right sort of work might actually

  • be. We all have inside us what we might term a true working self, a set of inclinations

  • and capacities that long to exert themselves on the raw material of reality. We want to

  • turn the vital bits of who we are into jobs, and ensure that we can see ourselves reflected

  • in the services and products we are involved in turning out. This is what we understand

  • by the right job, and the need for one is as fundamental and as strong in us as the

  • need to love. We can be as broken by a failure to find our professional destiny as to identify

  • an intimate companion. Feeling that we are in the wrong job, and that our true vocation

  • lies undiscovered, is not a minor species of discomfort: it will be the central existential

  • crisis of our lives. We normally manage to keep the insistent calls of the true working

  • self at bay during the week. We are too busy and too driven by an immediate need for money.

  • But it reliably comes to trouble us on Sunday evenings. Like a ghost suspended between two

  • worlds, it has not been allowed to live or to die, and so bangs at the door of consciousness,

  • requiring resolution. We are sad, or panicked, because a part of us recognises that time

  • is running out and that we are not presently doing what we should with what remains of

  • our lives. The anguish of Sunday evening is our conscience trying to stir us inarticulately

  • into making more of ourselves. In this sense, Sunday evenings have a history. Until recently,

  • the last hundred years or so, there wasfor most of usno question of our true working

  • selves ever finding expression in our labours. We worked to survive and would be grateful

  • for a minimal income. But such reduced expectations no longer hold. We knowbecause there

  • are enough visible examples of people who have done sothat we could harness our

  • talents to the engines of commerce. We know that we don’t have to be unhappy in this

  • area, which adds a feeling of particular shame if we still are. We should not be so hard

  • on ourselves. We don’t yet have the mechanisms in place to reunite ourselves with our purpose.

  • It is in the nature of our working selves to be both clear in their dissatisfactions

  • and yet maddeningly oblique about their real direction. We can both be utterly sure that

  • we are not doing what we should while wholly at sea about our genuine purpose. The answer

  • is patience, structure and steadfast intent. We need some of the discipline of the detective,

  • or an archaeologist reassembling the pieces of a smashed jar. We should not dismiss our

  • angst blithely asthe Sunday blues’, to be assuaged with a drink and a film. We

  • should see it as belonging to a confused yet utterly central search for a real self that

  • has been buried under a need to please others and take care of short-term needs for status

  • and money. In other words, we should not keep our Sunday evening feelings simply for Sunday

  • evenings. We should place these feelings at the center of our lives and let them be the

  • catalysts for a sustained exploration that continues throughout the week, over months

  • and probably years, and that generates conversations with ourselves, with friends, mentors and

  • with professionals. Something very serious is going on when sadness and anxiety descend

  • for a few hours on Sunday evenings. We aren’t a bit bothered to have to end two days of

  • leisure; were being driven usefully to distraction by a reminder to try to discover

  • who we really areand to do justice to our true talentsbefore it is too late.It

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日曜の夜の気分は? (What Is the Sunday Evening Feeling?)

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