In the land of residence life, any day can be someone’s
Friday and today is mine. And somehow, it’s been a weird daze of a week.
So, tomorrow, as I wake up to my Saturday and everyone else
has the Monday blues, I hereby promise to savor the moments. I will putter
around in my pajamas until I guilt myself into running along to really loud
Taylor Swift (not ashamed) and try my hardest to keep up with the running goals
I’ve set up. I promise to not eat too much chocolate like I did today, and if I
do, I will laugh until I’ve burned all the extra calories. I will wear my hair
in a mess and seriously consider whether or not to put on makeup. Most likely I
will end up in jeans and a faded denim shirt and if you want to call it a
Canadian uniform, have at it, I’m totally comfortable in my camp socks and big
glasses. I will run errands and listen to the radio. I am gonna try my hardest
to not open my computer unless absolutely necessary. I may nap on my couch
nestled in blankets with my new favorite mix of music playing softly in the
background. If I have some time, I’m gonna pick up that block of Russian
literature I WILL conquer and follow the treacherous footsteps of Anna and
Vronsky.
Somehow the days will fade and dinner with friends and long
conversations that lead to embarrassing stories will be past and Wednesday
morning will be here requiring meetings and business casual and a focused
brain.
But that is not right now.
Right now is silly heads and lots of pondering and planning.
It’s sitting back and letting life happen. It’s daydreams and cold nights. It’s
hope of hot chocolate and girl’s night with plenty of boy talk.
Somewhere it’s Sunday night.
But for me, it’s Friday. And the whole weekend is ahead.
Who’s in?
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