Strange melancholy mood today. Started off by me pondering much better life would be if instead of having to be awake at a certain time, you got up when you felt like. Now I’m pondering existence.
That was me yesterday, but instead all I could think was how much life would be better working four days a week (without the reduction in pay). Just… all the things I could do AND NOT BE FUCKING TIRED ALL THE TIME. Shouldn’t be such a tough ask and yet here we are.
I feel you. The thing that always sends me in an existential tailspin with work is the lack of freedom in when you get to wake up, when you get to eat and for how long etc. I hate it.