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The non-existential 5 minutes more




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This is how weekends/holidays or rather any other day should look like. 

To have time to sit down, have a cup of coffee and smell the roses. When was the last time that happened? Everyday now, I feel like I am fighting for that extra 5 minutes. 

It starts daily if I snooze for 5 minutes extra, then I probably have to eat my breakfast on the go or rush for the train, end my gym session 5 minutes earlier, shower a little faster (and probably skip mascara), reach the office on the dot for the first meeting. If meetings overrun, all subsequent meetings/schedules will run late. Every day, I am craving for the non-existential 5 minutes extra. 

Days are getting mundane, excitedly leaving office on the Friday evening but knowing that the exact same problem/issue will have to be dealt with on Monday morning. I can already foresee the exact same things I do & eat every weekend, and how Monday will be here again before I know it. 

I crave for a change soon, any change that breaks the daily/weekly routine.