Are we living our best life?

I happened to read some posts on social media where girls post their pictures and use the hashtag that says "live your best life" and every time I read a post like this one I wonder to myself about this question. But let's start at the beginning. I started working in August, yes thats right, just when everyone else is leaving the office to go somewhere to relax with party hats, I took my first step into the adult world: the office (and it was empty, of course). I was very happy and excited because, when I left the UK I was a bit scared about my future, but after a few months I got my first internship where I can use my degree and I can keep practicing English because the company is American. I can earn money and be independent, so I can't complain (like always). After a few months, this happiness was already gone. I don't know if this happens when the job is not your dream job or if there are other reasons. but every morning, when the door of the elevator opens, I need to take a deep deep deep breath and say to myself "come on, Sara, you can do it again". When Friday comes I am always happy, but the weekend runs by so fast, even faster than me at the gym (well, it's not so difficult, because I just walk on the treadmill watching something on the phone - I know I am very bad -). During the weekend I can do what I couldn't do during the week. Most of the time they are just ordinary things, because my usual day at work is from 7 am to 7:30 pm (including taking the train), so I don't have much time after work. So when do people have time to do special things? Trips? Sleeping until late? It seems you can only do big things when you have big holidays (or if you win the lottery). If you think about it, it's very sad. Everyone says "you shouldn't live to work, you should work to live", while this sentences is true, it needs to "hit" reality: we don't have time. At least, what I can see in my small world. I can use my spare time for my hobbies, but I'm not so lucky every weekend. Anyway, I think even though we don't have as much time as we would like to have, every time you are free to do special things you live that moment more intensely, like you start a diet and finally on Saturday you can have your treat (a big piece of chocolate cake!). And maybe being an adult doesn't mean you can do whatever you want, because you have a schedule and deadlines that you can't ignore, but instead means you need (because you have to) to organize your time and people you share it with better. It doesn't sound so bad, does it?