I love Sunday’s. Sunday’s are my day. Sunday’s are a day for sleeping in, a day for adventure, a day for chasing sunsets, a day for getting my nails done, a day for unequivocally being completely myself in every way possible.
I don’t have to answer to anyone, I don’t have to do anything unless I choose. If I work, it’s because I want to. If I don’t it’s because I want to. It’s a day for love and lust and taking the last drink in the fridge and the first burger off the barbecue.
Sunday’s are a day for the lost souls, for the wandering souls and for the sweet souls. It’s a day where anything can happen, and it’s equally as incredible a time if nothing happens at all. Sunday’s don’t judge, they simply accept you for who and what you are and allow you to do as you please.
I wish every day could be Sunday. I wish there were more time for adventure, more time for confidence building and more time for the moments I’ll never forget.
Sunday’s are my day. The best day.
Here’s to Sunday’s. May the adventures take us farther than our little hearts could ever dream of.