It's hard to wake up on the weekends.
It's really strange how my body seems to know when it is a weekday and when it is a weekend.
This Sunday I finally made it to church after missing the past two weekends. I forced myself to get up and shower, and when I finally got in the car it felt like a weekday,
What is a weekday? A weekday is responsibilities, people, surprises, speed, passion. I guess that's what a weekend should be too. I must be missing out on life.
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