daydreaming

There was a time in my life when weekends brought with them a kind of restlessness. What will I do? How can I possibly be at home on Saturday night? What will the weekend nazis say about me if I hung out with myself? Will it be kind of pathetic? Fridays were spent in a flurry of phone calls, plans, outfits, and movie tickets.

But that has all changed. Weekend social anxiety has given way to sweat pants, Youtube and bits of cake in my hair. I now routinely choose sitting at home letting my belly hang out over social engagements that require me to suck it in, literally and figuratively. Weekend nazis be damned.

What do your weekends look like? Also, do you think it’s sad? Cuz, I kinda like it.

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