On Sundays

When I was young my mother never let us sleep in when there were holidays or during summer vacation. As a result, I became the kind of person that does everything in the early part of the day so that I could relax the rest of the day. I never learned to relax. I still work hard all day long. Every. Single. Day. Of the week. Sundays have always been lonely days to me because I have never really kept grown up hours. I’ve always had more free time than my friends so when Sunday rolled around, everyone just wanted to chill when I was revved up. So, today I woke up early as usual, and didn’t do anything. I underestimated you Sunday, lazy day that you are. Cheers. Here’s to lazing around in the slowness of the essence of an unencumbered day fraught with absolutely nothing at all. 

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