I had one of the nicest lunches ever.
However, work was tearing me apart once again. The last minute things foiled my plan and got me wearier than ever.
I started to panic to recall all the past loads that almost crashed me completely, to realise that I might have made a terrible decision again.
It might not be as bad as what I could foreseen.
Nevertheless, I was ashamed of myself for not being firm with my earlier decision to release myself. Money had beaten my faith and dreams again.