🌾 i am my thoughts There was a time when I believed Wednesdays were just… awful. Every week, I’d wake up already bracing myself for the worst — the long meetings, the midweek slump, the heavy dread that seemed to follow me around. And like clockwork, the day unfolded exactly as I expected. I actually convinced myself it was a normal part of my existence. I even made jokes about it. maybe it wasn’t Wednesday at all One morning, it hit me — maybe it wasn’t Wednesday at all.Maybe it was me.Maybe it was the story I kept telling myself before the day even began — the one that shaped…