Friday Night

Oh, Friday night.

I am the work-late-on-Friday-night-to-free-up-your-mind-for-the-rest-of-the-weekend kind of girl.  I have been since high school.  Yeah, sometimes, I’ve been the stop-at-the-bar-for-a-couple-of-drinks kind of friend.  And, yeah, there’ve been times when, at the end of a long week, I’m the you-couldn’t-pay-me-enough-to-look-at-(let alone grade)-one-more-piece-of-work kind of teacher.  And less often than I’d like to admit, I’m the sure-babe-I’m-up-for-another-round-of-darts-and-then-a-good-movie kind of girlfriend.

Nope, these days, I like to end my Friday nights with a desk full of plans, a list full of to-do’s, a computer full of files, a bag full of graded papers, and a mind full of ideas.  Full, but empty of the worry, the want, the wait.

Yes, a Friday night spent working makes for a weekend without work.  Oh, I’m sure I’ll be thinking about it still, but, with the must-do of it done, I’ve made space for the part that makes it all worthwhile.

Yes, it’s the now-that-I’ve-done-what-I-have-to-I’ve-made-room-for-the-get-to-dos kind of night.  Everything in its place.  Bag’s full, brain’s empty.  Making space. 

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