I wasn’t going to write today. To be honest, I didn’t know what day it was. It’s Sunday. I know that now, but lately, it feels like every single day starts out as a Monday and ends as a Friday. A whole work week in one single day. And every day is a weekend because I’m autonomous and make my own schedule as I’ve always dreamed.
What Day is It?
What Day is It?
What Day is It?
I wasn’t going to write today. To be honest, I didn’t know what day it was. It’s Sunday. I know that now, but lately, it feels like every single day starts out as a Monday and ends as a Friday. A whole work week in one single day. And every day is a weekend because I’m autonomous and make my own schedule as I’ve always dreamed.