How I Imagine and Hope Wednesdays Should Be

A lighthearted and at the same time serious reality check

Ha, the absurdity. It’s Wednesday morning!

It’s bad enough having to get over Monday, and now here I am writing this, knowing full well I have to traverse through many more hours to freedom!

I am typing away, wishing it is Sunday already. Oh well, perhaps I should claim Wednesday as my Sunday too! After all, I have done well to get this far through the week!

You know that feeling where you are six hours away from the mid-working week hump and on that glorious decline towards the weekend. It’s like entering no man’s land and having to push through to reach the time that beckons where you can turn your full attention to yourself.

Weekend(s) = Submerging myself in a sea of happiness and contentment, doing what I love to do and wishing there could be many more days like this.

Yes, I know it says a lot wishing my life away, but responsibilities and needs must.

Living for the weekend is a game plan while I do what I can to live life to the full. I imagine for most writers here, we share similar ambitions to change what we do now so we can live our dreams and live life on our terms.