Friday Night at Home

It is Friday. Most mornings I sit at my desk to write, but I keep imagining a different version of this habit … sitting down at night with the soft glow of a lamp, writing about the day. I am not sure if it is a way to unwind or a way to be more reflective.

I think of Sex and the City and how Carrie wrote little blips of her day before going to bed. So, tonight, I decided not to just imagine it. I pulled my computer back out after closing it, and while that is not my favorite thing to do, that is not really the point. I am here to write.

I used to go out on Friday nights for dinner with friends, but lately I have found that I love a quiet evening at home. I have spent years traveling more than being home, and this year I really wanted to be more intentional about staying home. I do have travel planned, but it is only a small portion of the time I usually spend away.

I love to travel. I truly believe it is one of the few things that makes you richer in life. Meeting new people, trying new things, and stepping outside our normal routines opens you in a way few other things do. Even if you are traveling locally, it is possible to have the same sense of magic in your own backyard.

I have learned so much about myself and other people through travel. I am a mix of “travel like a local” and “do all the touristy things I can.” I like to go with the flow, but I still want to know, “What time does the flow start?”

I like to make Fridays feel a little more special, as if I am still adventuring, even when I am home. Sometimes that looks like margarita pizza, a glass of wine, and music playing in the background, from jazz to Patsy Cline. There is something lovely about making an ordinary night feel just a little bit like a little getaway.

Maybe tonight’s reflection is not about the day itself, but about the choice to open the laptop again and stay in this quiet, uneventful, good‑enough kind of day.