Friday, Here I Come

Friday arrived with impossible challenges, quiet guilt, rescue puppies, Michael Jackson night, and fifteen stolen minutes of peace on the couch beside my dogs. A story about chaos, tenderness, and everything that quietly holds us together.

Friday dawned bright and clear. The kind of morning that made me smile quietly at all the impossible challenges waiting ahead. I chuckled to myself as I tumbled out of bed and headed downstairs to let the dogs out for their morning business.

I opened the door and breathed in the cool air, still groggy as I made my way down the stairs.

Back upstairs, I made myself a cup of coffee and opened my laptop. I wrote a blog for my cleaning brand, Green Molecule, while waiting for my trainer to arrive. I train in Muay Thai with him. There is something about the rhythm of it, the kicks, the elbows, the discipline of it, that helps me uncoil. Helps me find my way back to myself when the week has pulled me in too many directions at once.

The Eternal Conundrum

As I headed back upstairs, I paused for a moment and glanced at the dogs. They watched me balefully, sensing the long day ahead before I had even left.

Ever since I got them, I realised my life, including holidays, revolves around them and my son. I do not like boarding them. I have seen that quiet uncertainty in their eyes before. I could never willingly subject them to it.

The rest of the day became a blur of meetings I bounced in and out of. My son was with me. Summer holidays had begun, and alongside everything else sat that familiar tug of guilt. The kind that jolts you awake at four in the morning wondering if you are doing enough. If any of it is worth it. I do not have answers to that right now. I am going to leave that to time.

That evening, I was meeting friends for drinks and dinner. It was Michael Jackson night, and I was oddly excited about it.

Dressed in blue jeans and a casual blue shirt, I stood there for a moment wondering if it was the right sartorial choice. But with everything happening in my life, the constant weight of it all, the outfit suddenly felt trivial. Commonplace.

It had already been a long day, capped off with a dance class, and for a brief moment I considered cancelling the evening entirely and heading home instead.

Then I realised how long it had been since I had truly gone out and let my hair down. Work had quietly swallowed whole stretches of time without me noticing. Vanity be damned. I headed downtown.

Outside, the sky had begun to turn. The bright blue of the morning slowly deepening into a sombre grey.

Rain later, I thought.

Pockets of Peace

I had a splendid time with the girls. Chatty and bubbling over with energy, the mood was electric. I had forgotten what it felt like to have some decadent fun after such a long time.

But what made the evening truly special was something else entirely.

A WhatsApp forward showed a small litter of puppies huddled by the side of the road. Barely able to see and only just born, they had lost their mother to a snake bite.

The moment I saw it, I knew I had to do something.

Rain was falling in soft sheets. The sky was darkening, and there they were, exposed to the elements and to traffic. At any moment they could have come under the wheels of an unsuspecting vehicle.

I fished my phone out and began calling people I knew. Samaritans I turn to in moments like this.

For a brief moment, I even considered driving out there myself and bringing them home. I already have ten dogs.

Even as I thought about the madness of it, another part of me knew I probably still would have done it.

Then a friend called back.

He runs a shelter.

I felt my heart release a quiet sigh of relief. I looked up at the darkened sky, said a silent prayer, and hoped he would say yes.

And he did.

The puppies were picked up that very evening and are now safely ensconced in warmth at the shelter. Dry, clean, fed, and finally out of danger.

I will be visiting them later this week.

By the time I finally got home that night, I felt wrung out in that familiar way long days leave behind.

And yet, when I finally sink into the couch, all I really long for is fifteen quiet minutes.

Something random on television. My dogs curled up beside me.

Silence settling softly around the room.

My quiet time. My definition of nirvana before I drop like deadweight onto the bed.

So that was my Friday.

So many moods. So many moments.

Molecularly Yours,

Sanjana

Curiously Irrepressible  

First dreamer. Accidental chemist @ Green Molecule - Clean Confidently