Friday mornings hit different. I just sit there for a minute —half awake, staring at the ceiling, trying to decide if I’m a human yet LOL. Then I grab my sketchpad and doodle. Nothing serious, just squiggly lines or sleepy faces that slowly turn into something funny.
It’s become my little Friday thing. A warmup for the weekend. I don’t think too much no plans, no pressure. Just pen, paper, caffeine, and whatever shape my brain feels like making. Sometimes it’s messy, sometimes weirdly cute, but it always puts me in a better mood I guess.
So yeah, Fridays for me aren’t about productivity they’re about tiny doodles, slow sips, and easing into the weekend one wobbly line at a time.
