It’s Friday. I love Fridays, and not just because it’s the last day before the weekend. I love them because at my work we are allowed to wear jeans on Fridays.
Now, I’ve had jobs where I could wear jeans all the time, and I really didn’t care.
I think the issue is that I hate getting dressed for work. Mornings are tough for me, and the prospect of staring at my closet first thing and trying to figure out what goes together fills me with a sense of gloom that makes it really hard to get out of bed. Our office is “business casual,” which means I don’t wear suits, but have to look smart. And I seriously HATE putting together those outfits. (I did, a year or so ago, rediscover dresses, which are pretty awesome in the one-thing-and-you’re-done aspect. They have made my life easier.)
Jeans though, I have been wearing for decades. (That sentence made me feel old.) I know how to match shirts to them. Being able to wear them takes a lot of the feeling of oppression away from mornings. They give me comfort as well as confidence that I don’t look like a fool or some kind of imposter trying to look like an office worker. And while I know perfectly well that if I were to wear them every day, I wouldn’t appreciate it, Fridays are the only day of the week where I get up easily as soon as my alarm goes off.
Obviously having no alarm on Saturday is even better, but hey, take happiness where you can find it, right? Happy Friday everyone!