Barefoot Weekends

September 11th, 2009

I used to want to go out on Friday night simply because I was released from work worries, and it was a relief to shrug them off and go out to play. I could have done that tonight and sometimes I like to go to the restaurant down the street from my office, sit at the bar by myself, have a glass of wine and write and watch people. But instead, I left the office and went to Whole Foods, bought the ingredients for a bison burger and sweet potato fries, came home and changed clothes, went for a power walk/jog, took a shower, put on my pajamas and walked around my house barefoot and pregnant with possibility. I could work on an outline for a journal course I want to teach; I could start a novel that just arrived from Amazon; I could watch a true-crime mystery on Dateline; I could lie on the couch and finish the NY Times crossword from last Sunday. Whether I do any or many of these things is beside the point. It’s Friday and I’m not expected anywhere, nothing is expected of me and I have no outsized expectations. I am barefoot until Monday.

3 Responses to “Barefoot Weekends”

  1. Lori says:

    Barefoot is such a nice place to be, isn't it? Have a great one.

  2. angie says:

    sounds so fabulous! enjoy.

  3. chucker says:

    Thanks. That's a good description for my retirement. Yep, I like that.