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Obviously today is Monday (7 more work days left of the year…not that I am in full on countdown mode or anything) I know that but I am gonna be talking about Sundays because…well that’s just the way the posts have worked out.
Today’s little prompt that I mentioned I was going to be referencing/taking inspiration from for the rest of the month the other day here is: What is your favourite thing about Sunday night right now?
Well the answer to that is simple, the are the end to a perfectly relaxing day. If I don’t have to (and I seriously never have to) I don’t actually see the outside world on Sundays except through the windows/back door. I sleep until I kind of can’t sleep anymore (so I’m currently oblivious to the fact that are hours before noon…oops). I laze around in my pjs for a little while and catch up with social media and all that jazz and get a bit of reading done. Then I shower, slap on a face mask and nestle on my sofa in a onesie (for 15 minutes, then I have to wash the face mask off but I go straight back to my spot).
Some Sundays I just sit at my laptop and binge write blog posts, which means that my Sunday nights take on a hugely positive turn because they end with a serious sense of accomplishment. Other Sundays I just spend the whole day on Netflix watching whatever catches my eye which means that I end the day feeling super slobby and little like I should maybe not just spend a whole day watching things, buuuutttt again feeling slightly accomplished because I have crossed another thing off my Netflix list. Then there are Sundays where I switch between reading whatever book is currently taking up residence in my bag (it’s Emma currently) and scribbling away in my notebook hashing ideas out for things, be they blog related or for some other eventual use which means that I end the day with my bookmark being further along in my book and smudges of ink all over my hands and feeling accomplished.
There is a theme here I am sure you are seeing. My favourite thing about Sunday nights right now are that even though I don’t get out of bed until late, or really get dressed in a serious manner or finish it with something that could provide an answer to the question ‘what did you do over the weekend?’that appears substantial, I do end it feeling like I’ve done something. There is a distinct feeling of having got shit done for myself.
And that’s is my favourite thing.
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