So here I sit, the 4th Friday night of my new life. It’s been quiet…there was a productive visit to the gym, some laundry, and dinner and wine. A good night.
I sit here thinking of the weekend, random thoughts swirling about in my head. Seeing mom tomorrow. Helping a friend tomorrow night. Brunch Sunday. I don’t have to go to sleep early tonight if I don’t want. I can sleep late(ish) in the morning. I should follow up with some writing leads I’ve gotten this week.
It hits me. I am satisfied. I’m not dreading Sunday nights anymore. My life is linear, and it’s stretching on and on, unforeseeable, infinite. Possibility. Who knows what will happen in a year, six months, a week, tomorrow. I track how much I’ve changed in the past year, and I almost can’t place myself. But that’s ok. It’s good.
The apartment is quiet and the twinkle lights are plugged in, gently lending their glow to my kitchen. I’m showered and sleepy; the wine has taken affect.
Happy Friday, friends. Here’s to making your future exactly what you want it to be.