A solitary Sunday morning with me looks a lot like staying
in bed for almost an hour after waking up. Stuffed like a happy sausage under
our fluffy white comforter and hanging twinkly lights, I’m in no real rush to
begin “real life” as I don’t have any real place to be. No work, no class, no
plans – I know that I am free to sloth, and if I choose to relish in that fact
until 10:30 a.m., so be it.
Ryan takes the dogs out, dresses up in his quirky golf
attire (striped polo and a backwards hat), and kisses me goodbye. He locks the
door behind him, and I think long and hard about all of the productive,
creative things I could do…as I continue to sloth.
A solitary Sunday morning with me looks a lot like brewing
coffee. Not to drink, but because it makes our 815 square feet smell so damn
good. I consider pouring myself a cup, and then remember we don’t have any
creamer. While I commend Ryan for being able to throw back his coffee black and
sugarless, I am simply not about that life. Thus, I boil some water in the
teakettle while making a four egg-spinach scramble.
I flip on Spotify and play a little Norah Jones. I’ve never
intentionally listened to Norah Jones a day in my life, but it felt girly and
peaceful. I pour my hot tea into a fancy tea cup set, and drown my eggs in
Cholula hot sauce while continuing to plan out my blank slate.
A solitary Sunday morning with me looks a lot like reading
Me Before You on the couch while debating whether or not to head down to the
pool for the second day in a row. I change in and out of my swimsuit three
times before finally walking outside to a dark, stormy sky in the distance.
Negative. I need to study for neuroanatomy anyway…the joys of summer classes.
At the risk of excessive slothing, I dress myself up in a
pair of jeans (despite the 94 degree read on the thermostat) and a blush pink
top with a fancy necklace. I pack up my laptop, and I take myself on a fancy
study date to Oxford Exchange, complete with a giant chai tea latte and a real
grasp on astrocytes.
A solitary Sunday morning with me doesn’t happen very often.
I love spending time with my boyfriend, my friends, and my family; I love
making plans and creating memories. But there is certainly something to be said
about taking some time for yourself, and simply to see where the day takes you.
So wonderful...makes me want to carve out some time for myself soon!
ReplyDeleteDo it! Maybe make a little time during Jack's next nap time ;) he is such a little muffin!
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