It’s taken me a good long while to learn how to appreciate weekends. As in, truly appreciate the fact that there’s two days of freedom, to be used to recharge yourself for a week to come. Two days that should be taken seriously – instead of for granted. Like I have for way too long.
Part of that is because weekends weren’t really too much of a thing up until this point in my life. All throughout my school and earlier working years I’d experienced different types of ‘ease’ that made weekends feel slightly unnecessary, in that classical ‘recharge’ sense. I’m not saying the free time wasn’t appreciated, or that I thought them useless, it’s just that weekends didn’t really feel like weekends before.
During my school years – I was a lazy student. I didn’t have my nose in the books, and I barely showed my nose…
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