Friday used to mean something different to me.
There was a time where I needed to have something planned whether it was a date, a party, or dinner at some hip new restaurant on the @‘s latest list.
I craved being out on the town, documenting cocktails, and feeling like I was really living it up. I was collecting muddled stories and hangovers every Friday night.
For years, if I didn’t have plans, I would nearly panic and feel like I wasn’t taking advantage of life or wasn’t liked enough to have options. Sad, right?
Now, I don’t need to swipe left to find contentment in my weekend. Now, I’ve come to enjoy a glass of wine on my couch (in PJs) instead of a crowded spot with a bar tab I’ll regret.
Don’t get me wrong, I still love to try new places, see old faces, and be spontaneous in a city that has a million choose-your-own-adventures... I’m merely more selective now.
I’ve gotten to a point in my life where I enjoy my own company and don’t need to explain why I want to read a book or go grocery shopping for fun on Friday.
At the end of the week, I know I need to decompress and check in with myself. I need a moment to exist and find gratitude in nothing more than being alive.
Sometimes that means I paint my nails, write, meditate, and watch @ without commercials. Sometimes that means taking a @ class, really feel myself, and decide one drink out couldn’t hurt.
But whatever I do, I’m doing it because I want to.
So, what are you doing tonight?