Fridays

Oh.... it's friday again, on goes the fight - the internal struggle between my need for consistency and discipline in healthy endeavors and my reckless desire for crazy fun and to feel something new and be impetuous. I've made it to friday and I want something to celebrate, someone to celebrate with, and something to make me feel like it's a celebration.

Instead I will do what I do on every other night. Work out, eat dinner, read or play music, wish I had a clean apartment, go to bed at a reasonable hour. And really that feels good too, once I do it. Actually it just feels good to leave this buzzing caffeinated cacophony of fluorescent lights and unfinished work... and to know that tomorrow I will wake up without it hangin over my head - and to know that I get to decide how to spend my time over the next two days. Drunken giddiness and bad decisions not needed one little bit. Sigh. That's a relief. Fridays are good for many more reasons than late night partying and empty interactions (and calories). I have plenty of books to read and people to call and songs to write and thoughts to think and feelings to feel.

Yeah, so I'm all right. And here I go off into the weekend. Off to savor every minute of freedom, and look for every bit of goodness there is, and really, truly accept it.