My Wednesdays used to feel like this too. I was a kid when I started working for someone else; fourteen. Through the years, it build in me a great layer of hard work, but I’m afraid it became my foundation and soon overpowered my other, better layers. For the month following me resigning from my corporate job this past May, I had phantom anxiety. It would try and start building on Sunday afternoons, and it was the strangest feeling, mainly because it was the first time where I actually had control over it, because ‘it’ didn’t exist (does it ever, really?). I no longer had to stay up late Sunday evenings with the weight of the world and everything I had to do that next week racing through my thoughts. I noticed that every time I successfully pushed those thoughts away, I grew more and more sure of my choice - As @makamonture
says, I said Yes to life. “It’s so worth living. There’s a world of friends, food, and laughter lovingly waiting to meet you.” I will never take this time I have back for granted, even when I’m trying to get through peak wedding season editing.