I swear this weekend cannot come quick enough.
The past few weeks felt like wading through treacle… uphill… carrying everyone else’s nonsense in a Tesco bag for life.
My body is aching, and every joint has decided to sync itself into a concertina effect.
There’s just so much on my plate right now responsibilities, overthinking, life admin, and the usual background noise of being a fully grown woman who is expected to hold it all together with a brave face and a to do list.
I don’t even need anything glamorous this weekend. No spa day. No wild plans. Just peace. A slower morning. A cup of coffee that stays hot. Silence and painting my nails.
I’m not asking for miracles.
Just 48 hours where my body softens, my brain quiets down, and I don’t feel like I’m constantly sprinting like a weary old lady.
Come on, weekend. Let’s do this!
CREDITS
Gramado Set from Chez Moi at the Anthology
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BrewHaus Coffee station from Chez Moi
Isabelle Cheren 