The finish line.

Walking out of work today felt like I was crossing the of finish line of a week-long race. Every day felt like a continuation of the last, through the week I was battered and bruised but somehow I managed to come out on top. The hope for a beautiful weekend keep me going strong right up to the end. It feels like we have been waiting for this beautiful weather for far too long. Now that it is here I hope I can take advantage of as much of it as I can.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

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