Wednesday is endless meetings, rewriting briefs and then rewriting then again. Wednesday is feeling defeated and frustrated and leaving work in tears.
Wednesday is Simona waiting at the station for me and walking me home and cooking me dinner. Its eating lasagne in front of Modern Family. It's laughing and forgetting. It's walking down to summer hill to water the garden. It's standing in the cool din of the garden and feeling at peace. It's wandering home to bed and reading
It's being glad I finished the brief.
Wednesday is finally finding an anusara yoga class that's convenient. Wednesday is hard and it is over.