This is the first out of what is about to become the Friday routine. Feel free to join anytime. And also the perfect time for you to read this on Friday. Fridaze for real. Free Fridays for real. And so on.
Doesn’t Friday make you want to do things? Things you normally do howsoever during the rest of the week, but Friday has this thing you can not touch, but oh, can, most certainly, only feel and energy never lies. It is like, maybe, during the week you’d been feeling kinda tired or lazy, hopeless or whatever, and then Friday comes along and boom! It’s like a whole new world opens up in front of you, but then Sunday comes and slams it in your face.
We have only 2 days – actually 2 nights and a day and a half – to feel everything this post is about with this precise mood. You have now. Take a moment to realise it’s Friday. Fridaaaay! Yes, no? All the other days are just as great blah-blah, yes. Except for Sundays. Sundays I don’t really get.
I’d started to write this long ago and I always got to it on Fridays (the day to post it). I was getting into the hype of this whole thing I’m writing this very instant here and now about, opened the laptop, started to type, but in the end, the mood was so good that I just fell into it completely and didn’t look back. Into the laptop.
Turned up the volume and sang or danced on my own throughout the house, meditated, ate, went to some friends’ to couch potato over some potatoes, got under a blanket and watched a movie. Not an easy movie, but a complex, twisted, awing movie. It is what we call a mind fuck. Because Fridays feel like taking it all in and enjoying the “it” and the “all”.
Because on Fridays we always have time.
These below are for when you get home, close the door to everything and be yourself with whatever or whomever sets your mood on for the weekend and for any other day.
Your guide through this Friday #tgif #tgif #tgif:
Have you watched Baz Luhrman’s “Romeo & Juliet“ yet? It’s always good. Even for the 8th time.
I am so-oh-oh curious what you do on Friday evenings, jees! Write me be-eh-low.