I’ve been unconsciously experiencing this feeling for a while now, but I haven’t had time to put it into words until yesterday. So I wrote a note and promised myself to write a post about this.
When we’re caught in the cycles of society, we live for the weekend. When it’s Tuesday morning and a huge pile of work stares us in the face, we zoom out and wish it was already Saturday. Then when it’s Sunday night, we wish that we didn’t have to wake up on Monday. We spend 5 out of 7 days wishing that it was another day.
When you are traveling, managing your own work schedule, that cycle tends to disappear; the days start blending together, and the notion of day of the week disappears. We forget it’s the weekend. Every day is a day on its own. No waiting, just lots of living for tomorrow, whichever day that might be.
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