I don’t think there has ever been a time in my life where I didn’t anticipate and celebrate Friday. It’s the start of the weekend. Your time to kick back and relax. Or catch up on housework. Or hang out with friends. Your choice. The weekend is yours.
Except today. Just now. I saw a “week/end” post and went “oh…huh…it’s Friday, innit?”
I’M SO SORRY FRIDAY.
I feel bad. I feel ashamed. I feel like I betrayed Friday.
It’s not that I’m not looking forward to the weekend. Because I am. It’s my time to spend with my #1. My favorite time of the week.
But lately I’ve been focused. Busy. In the moment. Present. To the extent that I forgot to think about the future. Which, for a worrier like me, is a good thing.
Happy Friday, anyway. Please forgive me.
