When I was a little girl I dreaded Sundays in general because Monday meant I would be back in school away from my mom and around things I couldn’t process. With undiagnosed ADHD, they thought I was “bored” in class so I was placed in advanced classes; which unsurprisingly didn’t solve the problem, it then became a problem they thought I had with rebelling against doing assignments as assigned.
Fast forward twenty years and it’s a very different atmosphere.
In contrast as an adult, I love Sundays. I love the quiet time, the reset attraction that one day harbors, and most of all I love that as I’ve gotten older the excitements for the upcoming week with the challenge of writing creatively enough for clients had aligned with ADHD; now I can select the words I wish to express with a multi-faceted vision of pathways as one for a resounding blessing that I feel fulfilled to do each week.
Sundays have also became my favorite day to watch a new film, read, write for myself, and reflect on my past week to make way for a better one ahead.
Today’s lounging around was done with my potcake pup, my new favorite sweater, painting my nails, and watching “Juliet, Naked” whilst my cat played with the leaves as they blew upon the screen of my bedroom window. Great way to continue recovering from feeling sick the last few days.
Sunday blues cannot be found anywhere in my realm. Which makes me feel like a newborn writer after shedding an account has made me feel free, much like the breezy state of atmospheric change in life within this little life of mine. Writing for my heart instead of a paycheck is so much easier.
I hope you have a breezy new week ahead of you.