Sunday Morning
Alone
Every day of the week has its own persona. My Mondays start with the fresh beginning of new goals and a bright start to the work week. Tuesdays get me in the flow of things and give me the pleasure of starting on projects. Wednesdays are perfect for checking in on my progress and for self love for putting hard work into my tasks. Thursdays are for Tacos and Fridays are for a spiritual connection, rejuvenation, and rest. Saturdays are travel days, either far or near, they are perfect to get away. Then come Sundays! Ah, Sundays! I force myself to start slow on these days and every other week I do laundry and get a hair cut on this slow mornings.
Throughout my week, I wonder how my friends are spending their days. How their days differ from mine and often wonder what it would be like to be a fly on the wall.
On this Sunday morning, Shelby gave me access to experience a Sunday morning with her. I showed up when she was still in her pajamas. She hadn’t had breakfast and we got to sit together over a cup of tea and listened to records.
