Friday, I'm in Love

Tonight got me thinking about Fridays, and how they've come to mean something super-significant to the masses.   Tonight, I was thankful just to make it through another tough week of feeling physically and mentally washed out.  Relatively, I know I should not only be thankful it's Friday, but thankful for the life I live, the job I hold, the me I am.  That's always easier said than done.  While it was only a 3 day work week, I felt like I put my heart and soul into the last few days, and I'm so ready for a break.  And then, thinking about Fridays sent me backward, and brought up memories of the past.  It seems Fridays have changed their meanings, as the years have gone by.

In grade school, Fridays meant finding a friend to sleep over - spend the night - eat candy - laugh, and listen to music.  It meant sneaking movies we weren't allowed to see, and staying up later than usual.

In middle school, Fridays meant high school dances, rollerskating, boys.  Hanging out at Roy Rogers and 7-11.  Going to football games.  Experimenting with alcohol.

High school Fridays were more about friends, sporting events, parties, more drinking, more learning, first loves.

College was a whole different venue.  Fridays were Fraternity nights.  Free beer.  More fun.  First relationship mistakes.

Post college, meant missing out, faking life, losing me.  Fridays were the days I had to pretend to be something I wasn't.  Happy hours.  Happy smiles.  Saying good-bye to the Fridays and friends of old.

Years later, a Friday redeemed me.  Post-destructive relationship, I went to a real Happy Hour, and met my husband, who makes me laugh every day.  It was the start of a whole new life of Fridays.  Being together, staying at home, looking inward.  What Fridays have come to be about.  Rejuvenation.  Redemption.  Rebirth.

So maybe, everybody's working for the weekend - But maybe the weekend is still working for us.

Happy Friday, All.

-L.