Getting home from another long day at work, I knew I’d have to endure the same routine the very next day and the one after that, too.
Just another manic Monday…
At 18, I’d somewhat fallen into a career at one of the biggest law firms in London – and as much as I put a professional front on, the whole thing was just completely stressful.
And what’s more, not only was I caught in the rat race of the Big Smoke, but it was as if I was being treated as a number – the monotonous pattern of my life had become a chore.
It was as if I was constantly stuck on repeat.