It wasn’t a long week.  It wasn’t a bad week.  It was just a strange week.  A few days ago, I was in love with the idea of having a day-off midweek, but the reality of it meant that I had two Mondays when most weeks one is more than enough.  Multiple hour-long interviews each day meant that work followed me home each night.

So on a Friday night with everything finally out of the way, the plan is simple, me-time.  Watch a chick flick or read a feel-good book.  Jam out to John Mayer and be in bed at 11.  If you feel like having a girl’s night in of your own (no matter your gender), hum with me to an oldie but a goodie, and be selfish enough to take some time for you. You’re worth it.