I didn’t realize how much the office environment weighed on me until I didn’t have to go there.
No more:
packing lunch at 11 PM
choosing clothes that won’t make me sweat on public transport
hearing Brenda’s keyboard smashing at 8 AM
sitting in traffic questioning my life choices
Now Sunday nights feel… normal. Not heavy. Not anxious. Just another evening.
I’m grateful. And terrified that one corporate memo could take it away.
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