I used to have a recurring dream that I’m somehow back in high school as a twenty-something, and I have a decades worth of work due in a week.
One of the biggest things I’m looking forward to once school is over is the erasure of a deadline looming over my head, at least one apart from work that I have to entertain at the expense of my free time. Just at this moment, biting away at my peace of mind is a term paper due in a week (of which I have near next to no clue what to write about), another due in two, classes for next semester I have to choose by the end of the month, thesis topics, summer internships, and on and on. My Google calendar looks like a form of modern art almost, all the little colored squares and rectangles overlapping each other from 9 to 9 every week. And I don’t even do that much.
One of the biggest freedoms in the world of work is to actually get to enjoy the fact that it’s Friday, without already worrying about what you need to do on Monday.