Transitions
I remember how it feels to dread Monday morning. You’re still in the weekend, trying to relax and you’re already apprehensive at the thought of being stuck in an office or doing a job that doesn’t bring you joy for the next five days. That’s on top of facing the hideous commute on overpacked trains, tubes or buses. Days blur together, you’re on a treadmill with the same things rolling past you mindlessly. You numb out time and self-medicate by binge watching TV series’, or shopping on your lunch break for things you don’t want or really need. The vicious…