A fern for your Friday night fun. After the age of 50, Friday night fun unfurls differently, not unlike the frond of a fern – gently, quietly, beautifully. What calls to me now is deeper, more resonant for the soul, and it has nothing to do with FOMO or being seen or burning oneself into the break of the next day. It also has nothing to do with being online or engaging on social media, so excuse me while I step back into the world outside – the only world that matters.
Happy Friday!
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