Friday Nights

I have been thinking about the evolution of the Friday night. How at first it's exciting because you have two full days of play. Then it becomes a night for sleepovers and hidden drinks and adventures. It slowly morphs into jittery and slightly nauseous expectation and excitement while you try to fit in with the rest. It becomes a blur of laughter, tears, nausea, dizziness, fights and dancing. Then once you are finished with the meat market and the hangovers it becomes something exciting once again. You get to stay up and sleep in, you can eat junk food and spend it with people you love and who love you. It's like you get back to what's really important to you. You begin to spend your Friday nights how you want to, in a way that suits your true self. I am an introvert who relishes time on my own or with someone close. I love being in my pjs, with my hair down, wrapped in something soft and cozy.

So obviously this story about Friday nights is about me. Yours might be different. But I feel like getting older is a beautiful thing. It's hard, because society tells you that you shouldn't but it's nothing short of a miracle for me. I am stronger every year. Knowing my mind and making my own decisions is easier and easier. But I keep marveling at the fact that this is my life. My one true and precious life that is my story and that shapes my identity. It is magical to me.

Friday night is my favourite night because I get to be me; exactly the way I want to be.