Sunday bloody Sunday. I have this bittersweet relationship with Sundays. I usually love them, for the calmness that often appears. I tend to keep the sundays free of plans, just to catch up on the week, both physically and mentally. But sometimes, time passes so fast, without me even realising I'm sitting there again on Sunday morning, and that brings a quite uncomfortable feeling. Like I haven't "done" enough during this time that passed, even if it's just a week, it feels like I missed out on something. I don't like that feeling. But I do love when I've felt present during the week and the Sunday is just for taking it easy and spending time with family and close friends. Those days are my favourite days.
Today I'm going to meet up with my brother in town to buy a gift for our mother. She's turning 50 next week, and of course it's going to be a big party! I think it will be to be the party of the year so I'm really excited!
Here is a little moodboard of my Sunday feelings today.