The Wonder of Sundays
On this sunny Sunday, I sit and wonder to myself.
What is the day all about?
The Spotify playlist. The morning swim. The warm tea.
Thinking about all the people that I love, near and far.
I find it easy to get lost in the tide of my life. Worried and pressured to constantly be doing.
Feeling tired seems easy.
While rest is something I don't naturally ease into.
It's easy to get swept away into the tiny details and to-do lists.
Wanting to be the best version of this skin-covered bag of cells coated in imagination.
So I go against the grain. Slow down. Turn on a slower song. Breathe?
Open up a blog I haven't posted on in a very long time.
Written, yes. Posted, no.
There is something about disappearing after posting for so long. Years of my life.
To give myself a chance for self-reflection without an audience.
To do my best in any given day without quantifying.
Do you relate?
And so on this sunny Sunday, I sprinkle a little hope.
Give into the questions, the daydreams, and remind myself, yet again, that all will happen when it's supposed to.