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Happy Friday!

There is just something about Friday nights.  It is, by far, my most favorite time of the week.  After a long week of work, school and other responsibilities, it's finally time to unwind and recharge for the weekend ahead.  Personally, the joy of Friday evenings comes when I kick off my shoes and settle in for a quiet night at home with my favorite people. 

I do everything I can to make sure I never have plans on Friday nights.  The way I see it, life it too busy to make plans on Fridays!  However, I know I'm probably in the minority when it comes to Friday nights.  I'm curious about every one else.  How do you find joy on Friday evenings?  By socializing with friends or family members?  A night out on the town?  Maybe time spent on a favorite hobby or passion?

No matter how any of us spend our Fridays, the joy of relaxation after a long week is undeniable.  It's a time to let go of stress, connect with our loved ones, and recharge our batteries for whatever adventures the weekend may hold.  My hope is that all of us can take this evening to enjoy the simple pleasure of this well-deserved break.  Happy Friday!




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  1. MorganMarch 10, 2023 at 6:55 PM

    I love how you create space for divergent views and then bring us back to what we all have in common: "No matter how any of us spend our Fridays, the joy of relaxation after a long week is undeniable." This line builds a sense of community in all the ways we find to relax and recharge. Enjoy your Friday!

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  2. Alice GMarch 10, 2023 at 8:27 PM

    I'm with you, plan-free Friday nights are my favorite. In my younger years, it meant staying up/out late and kicking off the weekend. Not so much any more. Once I'm home, I like to stay put. Sometimes we have a movie night (early enough so I don't start snoozing), other times we have dinner and then unwind on our own. Have a great weekend.

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