Friday’s For Promise
Hello, my beautiful ones! How was yesterday? Last night....this morning? Good, I hope. It’s about 9am where I live and a Friyay! I soooo absolutely adore Friday’s, don’t you? For many years, Friday was the prequel to my weekend. Nowadays, it’s either an extension to my workweek, a day off or somewhere smack in the middle. It’s up to me. I work for myself. Another version of me, used to have the “normal” Monday through Friday schedule. It was a cushy job: weekends off, paid time off, and benefits. All the bells and whistles...but guess what? I hated the monotony of it. I couldn’t stand feeling the case of the Monday’s because most weekends, my designated days off, were like an anxiety ridden speed race. You know what I mean...weekends flew by and before I knew it...it was Monday once more. I hadn’t breathed much less felt that any one task got its well deserved undivided attention. Between trying to make the most of my belov...