My Sundays are lazy and moody.
Saturdays are always filled with either cataclysm or severe fatigue, but not my Sundays. The ease of waking up on Sunday is inertly calm. I don’t worry about what time or even thoughts of to do list or chores, my mind and body are in a state of relaxation. Laying in bed wrapped in your linens processing absolutely nothing about your life or responsibilities are my Sundays.
Leaving bed and finishing up my morning routine, but in the back of my mind I know I’m going to return to the warmth of my bed. The beautiful sun is out, and my curtains are open, completely brightening the mood. I’m not thinking about the multiple task for the week ahead, no I’m enjoying my coffee in my bed. Netflix is turned on and I look for the newest horror or science fiction movie and click play. Afternoon comes and I scurry up a lunch or just some fruit and I return to my bed. It’s so simple and yet so desperately needed, this time of relaxation.
The evening proceeds with my blinds now closed and my night routine is in full swing. Food prepared, check, laundry folded, check, and how do I feel? Asking myself how I am feeling makes me aware of feelings that I need to process, it’s very important. With my Sunday almost over I return to my unmade bed, allowing myself to the time and space to remember that I know how to breathe, and my life is more than a check list.
