I think this era is weird. I think that a lot of the things that people do on a day to day are weird. People move weird, even me. I love Sundays. Sundays have become a day of reflection and self-care for me. Honestly, it is the most important day of the week consistently for me. No matter how good or bad the week is, there’s always a re-birth on Sunday. I’ve always personally related to Phoenix energy. The idea of being reborn is so captivating to me. Starting anew without any explanation, without any guilt has always been fascinating to me. Everyone should have a disciplined Sunday routine by 30. I wholeheartedly believe that. Whether you’re getting shit-faced @ brunch and then falling asleep or you’re up and at em grocery shopping. Find something that works for you and stick to it. You’d be surprised just how more prepared for the week you feel when you consistently stick to a good routine every Sunday.

Lately, I’ve become obsessed with pour-over coffee. Iced coffee used to reign supreme for me, but I love both my children equally. Currently, I drink a cup of “Morning Joe,” Starbucks brand with almond milk of course. The process of making pour-over coffee helps me clear my head in the mornings especially on Sundays. After settling into a corner, the room reeking of the smell of coffee slowly but surely awakens me as I sip. Sometimes I’ll have a bite to eat with my coffee but often not on Sundays. I don’t know if its just me, but I like to keep my Sunday as minimal as possible in every sense of the word. I don’t like doing a lot on Sunday, to be honest, I don’t want to do anything.

Once the coffee is done amongst other personal hygiene duties I try to submerge myself into a show. Sometimes it’s something new that I’ve been meaning to check out or a show of mine that I’ve neglected the past few weeks. It’s also important to mention that if you have any important shit to do that you should handle it before settling in. This will kill the whole vibe of your Sunday if you don’t. I proudly sleep in every weekend that I can. Luckily, I never caught the bug of my body waking me up promptly on the weekends. But, if there is something to be done whether that be laundry or whatever getting it done early is key.

You’re awake, you’ve handled your shit, you’ve found the perfect Netflix show, but now you have to make sure the vibe syncs with what you’re doing. I like to make sure I’m as comfortable as possible. Which for me usually means I’m in a hoodie with the room as cold as possible. Darkness is key for me as well, I mean this is my panic room essentially. Regardless of what I’m watching 90% of the time, I’m going to have some sort of music lightly spraying in the background. Usually, downtrodden sadness, not because I’m sad but because it’s my favorite mood.

Once everything is set up perfectly the hours can blend together very quickly. You blink and noon turns to 5 PM. This typically ramps up my Sunday scaries. I start to think about deadlines for the week, things I haven’t been dedicating myself to that I should be, or people who used to be important to me who or now not so much. Avoiding my phone helps defer those thoughts. An aspect of my Sunday that I really want to transfer over to every day. Being on my phone less was a goal of mine to start the new year. Some weeks I’m great at it and some not so much. Reading other people’s thoughts and keeping up with their lives is exhausting. I’ve been feigning to be out of the loop for the longest. To know nothing about anyone and no one knowing anything about me. A little off topic, but not so much as that is just a glimpse of my current Sunday thoughts. To end, I think every Sunday is incomplete without a good meal and a good movie. Home cooked or takeout on the meal and as for the movie I try to stick to one genre: Romantic Comedy. You can’t beat good food paired with Zack Siler trying to turn Laney Boggs into prom queen.