As I get a little older (I can’t believe I just wrote that) and spend more time at my job, I’m starting to appreciate slower evenings at home after work. When Friday comes around, I no longer feel lame if I don’t have plans. It’s just nice to come home, have a good dinner and relax for a little while. And to me, a night in is never boring, especially if it’s needed; there’s always something to do.
Don’t get me wrong, I like being social, and I enjoy going out and having fun as much as the next girl. But sometimes a night in is good, too. The change of pace always helps me rest and refocus for the day or week ahead. Plus, I can’t keep up with some activities anymore. I look back on my college days and wonder how I managed some of my weekend adventures.
Have I reached grandma status? Maybe…
