Fridays are my favorite day. Because I get to work at 7 am everyday, on Fridays I get to leave at 11 am. But that’s only part of the reason Fridays are the best.

I spend my afternoon alone (well, alone with my dog). Its a time to refresh and recharge. Some Fridays I want to run errands and accomplish things. Some Fridays I want to nap with The Office or Seinfeld on repeat, again, in the background. Both are great ways to start the weekend.

Fridays on my blog are going to be #friday or #friYAY. I want to write about something I’m seeing that week on social media. Facebook, Twitter or Instagram (I might throw in some Reddit now and again) has a way of making me think about things from many different angles. Some good, some bad, most surprising.

For this hashtag Friday, in true narcissistic blogger form #millennial this week is going to be about my own blog post #meta.

I’m overwhelmed by the amount of people who reached out to say kind words about what I nervously put into the world yesterday. You all made a girl feel appreciated despite my grammar mistakes and run on sentences. I might need a lesson on when to use a comma and when to just call it a day.

But despite my fears about putting up that post yesterday for the world (and some of my former English teachers that I’m friends with on Facebook) to see, I’m so glad that I made that leap.

My favorite comments were the ones that mentioned how reading my blog “sounded like Katelyn”. My sister in law commented on Facebook, “I like seeing Katelyn’s brain in writing, and loved reading it even more…..” A close friend told me reading my post felt like having a conversation with me.

That awesome. I literally couldn’t ask for anything else after yesterday’s post! I have a voice! I write like I talk, and that seemed to work for a blog! I wasn’t doubting that I was capable of talking, but the fact that I resonated with people in text is going a long way in making sense of this weirdness of being in my mid twenties. Such a transitional time – people expecting me to be a “grown up” feels weird, but I definitely don’t relate to 21 year olds any more. But I’m sure I’ll discuss that on another post, or two.

So this inaugural #Friday is to say a quick thanks. At least I’m trying to make it quick. My voice is a rambling one. So I’m working on taking the words of Kevin to heart:

Thanks y’all, and happy weekend.