You have a routine you follow on weekdays. You wait for the weekends so you can be free from it. No work. No commitments. You want to spend time with yourself. Maybe with a book and a coffee. Maybe with a pen and a pad. Or maybe sitting with the memory of a lost love. But there are times when you cannot. You are surrounded by people. There are too many things on your plate. No time left to call your own. And before you realise it, the weekend is gone. This creates frustration. Because you lost precious time doing something you didn't choose. Sometimes this makes you seek revenge against the lost hours. You sacrifice sleep. You stay up doing things for yourself, even when it costs you rest. If you hadn't had that coffee you would have. Even at 10 pm. You will read that book even knowing it's Monday and you ought to sleep. This is more common than we realise. For some, the frustration spills into the following day. They feel they couldn't reset. That they were robbed of their solace.…
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