There was a time when I viewed staying home alone on a Friday night as a sad state of affairs. It felt like a slippery slope of loneliness, boredom, and rejection that, if not reined in, could extend itself into Saturday night. That was then. This is now.
Over the years, I have become more introverted in some respect, although it may not be readily apparent, but it is true. By the end of the week, I tend to roll into Friday ready to kick off the weekend by kicking back. At home. Usually alone. And I like it!
Tonight, as I retreat into the warm confines of my cozy home, I am grateful for simple pleasures that allow me to rest and regroup.
I am grateful for the soft, comfortable pajamas that I changed into immediately upon arriving home. I shed my work attire like a snake shedding its skin. It was a symbolic way to shift from work mode to relaxation mode.
I am grateful for leftover pizza that tasted even better reheated. On a dreary evening, it really hit the spot.
I am grateful for a variety of movies and shows available for my viewing pleasure. It feels good to lose myself in a great story or enjoy some purely mindless entertainment.
I am grateful for my own company and that of our two cats. This solitude no longer feels lonely, as it feels downright blissful.
I am grateful for the early darkness. I love the feeling of thinking that it’s later than it actually is and then feeling overjoyed when I discover that it’s not that late. It feels like a gift of more time.
I am grateful that I can look back on this past week with pride in, and appreciation for, the work that my colleagues and I did. It’s not always easy work, but it’s always meaningful.
I am grateful that I don’t have anywhere that I need to be or anything that I have to do. It’s a freedom that I cherish.
Just one thing each day. . .
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