Sometimes it seems to me that weekends are just another form of everyday life. It seems that only the clothes, the later alarm clock and the absence of work chats change, but not the person himself. We wait for Saturday all week, as if some real life is hidden there, but when it finally comes - we spend it on fatigue. Don't you think so?🤔

I'm curious about what you do on the weekends?

I always set aside Sunday for spending time with my daughters and um, we do whatever we want, but something new. All other days for me are work and I wonder how often people set aside time for themselves...

It seems to me that most people have long forgotten what it means to truly want. Not to "want" in the sense of buying a new thing or going somewhere, but to want to live the way you feel. Although maybe it seems to me..

These are just my thoughts and observations and I wonder what you think about this?

And the strangest thing is - when free time finally appears, many people do not know what to do with it. Because we are so used to living "must" that "want" begins to scare. It seems like something childish, dangerous or selfish.

Perhaps true freedom is not having a lot of time. And having the courage to listen to yourself at least sometimes.

Olga❤️✨