I’m torn between being absolutely thrilled that it’s a Friday and feeling absolutely unnerved that I seem to start counting the days till the next weekend. On the one hand, I love the laziness of the weekends. I love being able to wake up late and just do general nothingness. On the other hand, I feel like there should be more to life than just waiting for the weekend to happen.
I need to get my head straight about the weekends. I may be overanalysing my intentions but I seriously think I need to do a rethink about how I appreciate my weekends and WHY I appreciate them.