There was a time when I loved Fridays. That euphoric feeling would start at about 8pm on a Thursday night. The next morning's alarm was bitter sweet. Bitter that it was blaring at me to get up, sweet in that it signalled the last day of the week where I was a slave to the grind.
These days though, I am not so keen on Fridays. There's a feeling of loneliness that washes over me as I walk across the empty parking lot at work to start my commute back home. I have a hard time with the way everything just seems to come to an abrupt stop. The subways are less crowded, people are more quiet. It takes me time to fall into relax mode when I get home.
Before being married and becoming a parent, Fridays were spent going out for a late night dinner and closing the bars. Then we'd do it again the next day.
When my son was little, Friday nights usually included a trip to Block Buster to pick up some DVDs for the weekend and some take-out . We'd try to watch them in between whatever running around we did on Saturday and Sunday. Those were some of the best years of my life.
Now that my nest is empty, I'm hard pressed to figure out what to do with myself with what was THE best night of the week. I feel guilty and lazy just sitting in front of the t.v., but am too pooped from work to do anything. So, I've got to come up with something that has me occupied and somewhat productive. Or, maybe I should just learn to relax and enjoy the down time.
It's always been my belief that if I can't find someone to do something with or somewhere to go, it's God's way of telling me I need to slow down and to just enjoy the moment. It just takes me a while to remember that.
Hi! I'm Chris, an empty nester living in Montreal and making the most of this stage in my life. I love cooking for friends and family, DIY projects, decorating and writing.